Been thinking a lot lately about contentment. About having just enough. About not focusing all one’s energy towards owning everything you possibly can. About experiences, travel, personal fulfillment and wellness. About balance. And of course, about coffee. And how finishing up that very last cup from an exceptional roast is neither good or bad. It just is.
Coffee isn’t something to be accumulated or held on to physically. It’s not like wine, where you can collect it. It’s absolutely present and fleeting. It allows us movement. It’s lightweight. It doesn’t tie us down to any one place the way possessions do. It allows us freedom to journey, confident of an embracing network wherever we go. It’s something we seek to share with emphasis on community over the individual. And when one experience ends, another begins. A kind of impermanent steadiness, grounding you one moment and offering escape the next.