A Promise or Living in Two Worlds and Trying to Stay Sane

People start to drink it when they feel they are ready, or when their parents allow them to have caffeine, or when they go to college, or get married – like I did…

Today I realized that I didn’t have my coffee in the morning. I was out for an appointment early in the morning and then, when I stopped for a small breakfast on my way home, I didn’t order a coffee. I liked mine, the way I made it. So, I got home, sank into writing and rewriting, took a nap, and after a few hours I really needed my cup. It was after 5PM when I brew it, and I’m still enjoying it now, after 6PM.

When we stayed in Nazareth for a few days, I was amazed to see children drinking coffee every morning. They were full of energy anyway, but that didn’t seem to bother the adults. ( I recall that their specific coffee is strong and has a fragrance of pine.)

I saw mom making her first coffee when I was a teenager. I knew that was coffee, but I had never tasted it. I’ve always associated its aroma with the cigarette smoke. Mom got her bag of ground coffee from the Communist store, where they kept it in small containers when they had it, mixed with ground chickpeas. I found out that mom’s dear boss, a lovely German lady, shared some cups of coffee with my mom during their work break and mother kinda got used to it. I recall that she invited me to try a sip. I tried it, but I didn’t like it.

If I’m correct, I had my first coffee with my mother-in-law. Her son and I were newly weds and we lived with my in-laws for a few years. We had the entire second floor for ourselves, with a common entrance and a common interior staircase. When my mother-in-law made coffee, the strong scent invaded the second floor. She started to make one for me everyday. But what was special was this: because original coffee was impossible to find ( it was always mixed with chickpeas), some small merchants who had the right to travel to former Yugoslavia, started to bring instant coffee and sell it on the black market. I can’t forget it, “Amigo” instant coffee.

Making a cup of instant coffee was art.
You put a full teaspoon of the granules in your cup, add the same amount of sugar and 3-4 drops of water. You start working it, mixing it with the spoon until it comes out like a foam. Then you add hot water.
It took maybe 10-20 minutes to finish the process, time when we were around the table in the courtyard under the cherry tree and sharing about our day. I liked drinking my coffee, but much, much more I enjoyed the company of my family and friends.

After many years, when I had my own children and we lived in a flat, I used to send one of my children to the store to buy a few sachets with instant coffee for the week. I can’t forget what I said to my oldest son when he was about 8 years old:
“When I will get old, you will come to visit me and we’ll have a coffee together.” Because coffee is not only a hot drink, but a promise of a sweet relationship, a dear fellowship with family members and friends.


Fresh Brewed Light

When I woke up to make my coffee this morning it was pitch dark inside the house. Sometimes I wake up early. I didn’t want to go for a walk today, I just wanted to take in the stillness and wait. Nothing magical happened, but the familiar sounds of the clock on the wall, and the coffee brewing. Then the kitchen window grew wider under the first signs of light. I didn’t have to do anything to make it come inside. I only had to wait and see.

There are things we think we are in charge to make them happen, when in fact it’s jus a matter of time. We can’t force them, but if we do they are not ready for us or we are not ready for them. Stillness. Stay in peace.


The Milk Tour – This Reading Can Affect You

I don’t know about you, guys, but the morning after Thanksgiving is even better for me then the Day itself. And why is that? Because you find yourself with a pile of food for a week, your kids and grandkids walking around in their pajamas early in the morning, coffee, kids food in your coffee, toys, grumpy adult kids who try to sleep in, cats waiting for their treat, and an urgent need : we are out of milk.

So, my daughter-in-love, my granddaughter and I in pajamas strolled our flip-flops to the car in the drive way on a torrential rain. But who cared? Rain in SoCal is like first snow in Europe, and we loved to get in the crazy water up to our ankles. I got to comb my hair before leaving and that was good. People at Von’s here know me, some of them are good friends I made during the years, and I wanted them to be able to recognize me. First thing I saw: the pineapples were almost for free. We got two. And by the time we were checking out, we forgot to get milk.

The sky was falling down outside, the drops of rain were big like cherries, and we were completly soaked when we reached our car in the parking lot. But we didn’t mind it. We laughed until we got home.

Now the breakfast party is going to start. I have to go.

Energy-less – Brain-less

It takes a while to think straight early in the morning. Just ponder on this: You are a school student. You don’t want to wake up at 7am to go to school. How is your brain when you hear a voice calling you:”Time to get up.”? Isn’t it blurry?

Or, you need to go to work and you have to wake up before 8AM. How do you feel? Coffee-les? Energy-less? Brain-less?

Well, when I hear that voice calling me to wake up, I just ignore it. Then, when the intensity of the sound gets heavier, I cover my ears. Then when Mom shows up in the room, I’m under the bed. She needs to put some effort there to disturb me, right? Then when she pulls me out, I feel miserable.

Not every morning is like this. Most of the days I’m left alone when Mom goes to work, and I’m fine. Really. But when she needs to take me to the grandparents for whatever reason, I can be a monster of her morning. If I feel miserable, she can feel it too.

Then something happens: a pat on my back, a hug,  bacon and eggs, a few kind words, and I feel great.

I’m up now and off we go.