People

People's are people,  we do so many things as humans to fit in. We reserve our words, we choose our arguments.  In the end it's irrelevant.  You'll never convince someone that's adamant that they are wrong, when questioned it's a defense that's we lock down, double down even. What if we're wrong? It is irrelevant, what we believe is what we are. You can't change that, at most we get the little changes in view from the few that learn from others. I sit here by myself,  why am I not woth who's most important? I want to be included, why do I care, it's human. 

The life cycle of Coffee ☕️

We wake up (blessing one). We go through our morning routine, me prior to the coffee. Then I enjoy the pause of the coffee. It's a process, a way to ensure enjoyment. The beans into the grinder, just a scoop. The sounds of pulverization to that perfect mix of fine with a few bigger bloomables. The bubbling of the water as it reaches temp. The folding of the filter and perfect placement into the drip receptor. The flip and tap of the grinder to transport the grounds. The light pour of hot liquid that hydrate the grounds. That first smell, oh that glorious first olfactory sensation, the day has begun. The layering of the water to allow the transfer of godly powers from those ancient fermented beans into the serving receptical.  The drops of hot liquid into the cold cup awaiting the nectar allowing it to rise to temp.

THE POUR, oh the blessed transfer of godly nectar into my cup, not our cup or the shared space, my cup. That first sip. I'm ready for the day, what do you bring for me, I'm ready.