More than a guilty pleasure

Coffee is more than just a guilty pleasure for me. It is a reason to gather, a conduit for conversation. These days everything is "to go" and the faster the better. We have created a lifestyle that is afraid to look people in the eyes. It is as if the eye really is a window into the soul and if we stop, even for just a moment, we are terrified of what people might find. We are in such a hurry to hide in our responsibility and to develop our disconnected significance. Our fear has cost us the beauty of living life together.

Coffee for me is in a real mug. It is a seat in a broken in, high-backed chair waiting for the next conversation to walk through the door. Coffee is my addiction, but people are my passion. I guess it is a great thing when your addiction facilitates your passion. This morning coffee was an excuse to sit with friends while reading, every once in a while, inviting one another into the thoughts that were framing the day ahead. Last night a cup of Decaf bought me 30 more minutes with a friend to get real, sharing our struggles of the year and the dreams that have been born. Coffee is more than a guilty pleasure, For me it is a reason to "dwell richly" in the gift of friendship and life together...