The Ritual that’s Not!
I have a ritual that is not a formal ceremony. Yet at some part of the day. I’m on edge and I think back I forgot to have my coffee. I have a compulsion to have some brew wither it is coffee or tea. Tea not being my first chooses, but a mind trick until I can get to those liquefied coffee beans.
Yes a fresh cup of coffee to wake me up! But what else is going on. Do I feel my day will start off better with a cup. Am I contemplating what the day will bring as I hold my cup? Am I in a somewhat a meditative state clasping my cup? Waiting to emerge from a semi-hibernated sleep/wake state of mind. To a state of full awakening. Or the occasional aahh “A Revelation.”
Even now I realize, I prefer complete silence as I drink my Coffee in The morning. No disturbance at all. It is more than just a cup of coffee to wake me up. It looks more like I am communing with myself.
What is the woman next to me thinking as she pour the exact amount of cream needed in her coffee. she is happy when it has reaches that perfect shade of brown. Is she beginning her own meditative-state. The way she holds her coffee cup and gazes into it. The look in her face as though it is a deep earthen pool. Is she Scrying out her day like smoothing Obsidian? With that lovely content look on her face. It just a thought!