It’s one of those Mondays after a long weekend that feels like I have “been away a long while”. It’s highly subjective, and an illusion. I often feel this way after a long weekend – or any weekend that I really succeed in “disconnecting” “letting go” or “recharging”. I almost always feel this way after a weekend in the studio. It’s like taking a step back from a life I love to rejoin a life-in-progress about which I’ve long had mixed feelings. lol It’s a feeling that will fade quickly, as I begin process routine Monday workload and start feeling “caught up”. I sip my coffee and spend a couple minutes contemplating the illusory nature of emotion, the made up nature of personal narrative, the mutability of life itself.
So far it’s a good beginning to a Monday. My coffee this morning is excellent, and I have refrained from looking at the news, or Facebook. 🙂
I sip my coffee a few minutes more, thinking about friends I saw, friends I didn’t see, friends I observed from a distance over Facebook. I think about the past (the weekend), the future (retirement), and notice that I have strayed rather far from this moment now, and pull myself back to the present with a smile, a sigh, and a sip of coffee.
Did I mention that my coffee this morning is excellent? Is it worth mentioning that if I let my consciousness wander to far from being present in this moment, I stop tasting it? That seems relevant. I consider only my coffee for a moment or two, savoring the smoothness of the steamed almond milk, the richness of the locally roasted Ethiopian beans. I take time to appreciate how quickly I’ve become more proficient with the espresso machine, again. I let my awareness become filled with this morning, right here. The coffee. The sound of traffic. My tinnitus. The trickle of the aquarium. The feel of this space I live within. Mmm…did I mention the coffee? 🙂
What a lovely equinox weekend it was. I feel rested and well-cared-for. The world waits…
…I guess it is time to begin again. 🙂
Isn’t it a great day, this Monday, as early as it is?
I, too, am enjoying my morning coffee. Your words remind me that I don’t know where my coffee beans were grown. We live so interconnected and yet even something so treasured as morning coffee can be namelessly produced. I’m grateful for the hard work done by some distant farmers, willing to plan far ahead to do whatever it’s taken to grow these beans. And, countless others did their part in transporting the harvest in such a way they’re still fresh and tasty when they eventually get to me. Such coordination!
Thanks again for your words which helps awaken me to our interbeing.
Vincent
Thank you for sharing the moment with me. 🙂