Friday at Starbucks

I visited Seattle the first time in 1990. It was a very surreal summer. Discovering Seattle. Roaming the city. Drinking espresso and living on chocolate chip cookies. awakening again.
Starbucks has that remembering for me. It is a feeling and a reaction and an etching. That coffee. The time and the moments. Lifting out of the fog.
Howard is in charge again at Starbucks. Returning to their roots. They should have espresso machines that are not automatic. We don't get to see the grind. Tamp the puck. It is sad... But they have their colors back. The original "mermaid" has returned. Pike Place blend roasted on March 23 way old for coffee beans to still be good but way sooner then any other bean in the bucks.

Coffee musings

Sea of love. The old siren. Life for all its lifeness is wonderous. Ready to enter the world anew.

Morning Zen

A vast array of living surrounds us today. The rain and wetness is a blessing. cleansing the earth and our souls. It some how provides a tangible to the air around us. Seeing the refraction of light in mist harkens back to days of carefree wonder.
Unaware of the sexual overtones in the pulling a shot of espresso. I think of the spiritual. The time of increased awareness of the presence or the being with the spirit. Those times and feelings in the spiritual are right next to the sexual. There is an ecstasy that occurs with the mind in the spiritual realm and it is the same or similar place in the sexual realm. Confusion abounds in this time of spiritual energy being transferred over to the sexual as a way to physically act upon feelings. It is an odd thing.

Morning Zen

The moment. Thinking yesterday about being in the moment. To be right there with something. All else fades away. A moment of singularity. That is it. No other thought enters, no worry, no ego or self. Just that moment and the action/inaction performed. Moving out of the singular moment back into the "reality" of life there is disappointment, ego, fear, joy, all of those things which coming into being. There is a longing for that moment again. A desire for its return or the opportunity to return to that place. Wondering how to keep and maintain that singular moment throughout every moment of living.
This thought came to me as I was watching a barista pull a shot of coffee. It was an experience. She steamed the milk. The sound of hot steam coming out of the machine and milk spinning and steady pressure. Thumping the milk on the counter and to the grinder. Whirring and crushing the black bean. Dosing and tamping. Eyes wide. Beautiful sounds in a musicless environment. The shot is pulled to a specific time. Streaming brown and gold and tan espresso fills the cup. Milk and foam poured on top with a whip and a flip. Profound. In the moment.

Morning Zen

Happenings. Events in life that are events in life. Defining moments that in the moment were just moments. Etched into memory of thought and body those moments embedded like a tattoo upon our psyche, scars forming patterns, stars making the constellations of our souls.

Morning Zen

That feeling of growth and change. Necessary it is said is a sense of anexity in life as a marker of growth and change. Thinking back on living and just having and being without much change there was little anexity. There was stress and emotion only at a point where I felt wronged or slighted by the other. No change within. Wondering today if fallen back into patterns of old or if change and growth continues. Setting markers, goals. How does one set a goal in personal growth? How does one know when it is reached? A goal to answer the phone and return calls and accomplish the tasks on my list the physical necessary living and doing and being things verse the growth in the spirit.

Morning Zen

That heavy feeling of yesterday never really passed. It was present in the background even at the moments when there was nothing else present there was that strange thing. Others spoken too seemed to notice something different with the day. ions moving opposite directions.
Today is clean and clear.

Movie Quote Friday

I forgot it was Friday. Michelle asked me what my quote for the day was and I had know idea what she was talking about... so here we go...

First one to have the correct movie and character wins a wine topper...

"It's sorta social. Demented and sad, but social."

Morning Zen

slight irritability. Like a scratch or a hangnail or a itchy spot. Stemming I think from this mornings radio on Martin Luther King Jr. Forty years ago he was assassinated. To hear words from this preacher, words from people who listened, words from leaders. I wonder what happened. Words like this are rare. And then forty years and what have I done for the dream. What can I show for the dream. What?

Morning Zen

Once again the dawn arrives and we herald in a new day. A new beginning to life. Waking pure and fresh Letting loose of the days before, letting loose of the constraints of self. Open now to the flow of the universe and allowing it to move us into wonder.