UNSPECTACULAR MORNING
By Karyn Kedar
Not every morning is spectacular. This morning, for example. I first encountered today at the 5:00AM hour where darkness and shadow prevailed my room. There was a chill in the air. I did not have that early morning readiness to meet the day. I was between nighttime dreams and daytime tasks.
Tossing, turning. Then 6:00AM.
I shuffled to the kitchen. Boiled the water for coffee. Three scoops of grounds into the French Press. Several sprinkles of cinnamon powder to loosen the bitterness of the strong coffee taste. There is an art to making coffee in the French Press. You have to let the coffee grounds mingle with the boiled water just long enough to achieve a deepened rich flavor, but not too long so that the water loses the heat of the boil.
Yes, isn’t that a spiritual practice? Linger inside your soul just long enough to deepen….
I smell the coffee. I reach for a mug. Every mug in my cabinet reminds me of a story or a person or a place in time that I want to remember as I drink my morning coffee or afternoon tea. This morning I pick the mug I bought maybe 30 years ago from the famous book store in Denver called Tattered Cover. There is so much I can share about this memory, and I have a great temptation to tell you everything. But not today. Not this morning. I will just share the quote
on the mug from Mark Twain that says:
Life doesn’t consist mainly—or even largely of facts and happenings. It consists mainly of the storm of thoughts that is forever blowing through one’s head.
Yes. My inner voice is speaking loudly...read more
