17: the ritual of coffee and reading

my morning pour over with an angel company

I love coffee. 

That's not a revelation, but I really do. 

In the morning (particularly these freezing, dark mornings of winter), I find myself waking with the ritual already set in my hands. I move methodologically towards the kitchen.

I grab the glass jar that houses my freshly ground light roast, set the kettle to boil, and the ritual begins.

I listen to philosophy or classical music, or my own thoughts as my central nervous system prepares itself for the day.

The older I get, the more people tell me how bad coffee is for you. I don't completely disagree with the science on it, but I won't let it go.

Is this an addiction? Me and coffee? 

Perhaps, but I love it. 

Everything I love about my morning coffee

1. The stillness of it
2. The ordinary magic
3. The 10-15 minute process of grinding, brewing, sipping
4. The quiet time I make for myself to do it

We know that books and coffee go together like beans and rice. Even if you aren't a coffee lover, you can at least hopefully see the appeal of it. 

What I feel when reading and drinking coffee

The truth is that my life is and has been very heavy.

When I sit with a coffee and a book, something in my soul really remembers how to slow down. Much more so than with any other activity. 

I'm of now to enjoy my freshly brewed light roast + soy milk café au lait.

Wishing you a coffee-filled, novel heavy day of peace.

Happy reading ☕️