Café Sin Coffee

2024.09.17

Good morning, that wonderful way.

Dark. Hark, oh hark it's the dark.

Slow rhythm. So what's next?
Words doing words. Dreams doing dreams. The same as each day.

Some food. A couple of laughs. A cup of coffee or two. Three or four some days. And words, dreams and images. Words to make dreams and images.

Feels like a day for edits. The slow meticulous arrangement of parts. A bit of plotting. And filling in the plotting. Business kind of day. Though, words, dreams and images is the business.

Where's the fire where's the zest? The bottom of a cup of coffee?

I started calling it café. The sound of coffee sounds spasmodic, gives you a cough.

Coffee taste better in Mexico.

Somethings you just know. And I know café tastes better than coffee in Mexico.

Barely crossed the Mason-Dixon, continentally speaking. But one thing I know: Café tastes better than coffee here, or in Mexico.

Perhaps it's the weather, definitely the air.

I do hope these pages are a help to you. A different way of looking at things. Perhaps you've found they're not too different, only ideas we don't talk of enough.

I'd like that. These words as a realization that what they put forth are acceptable, and very needed, to talk about.

Dreams and the mystery of life and sleep and space and love and love and love.

And just what art is all about, and why we all ought to find some avenue for the kind of self expression that comes from directly, intentionally, creating something new with our hands, with our dance steps.

Crafting counts. Woodworking, metallurgy, even fashion design counts.

You'll be happier. Your quality of life will increase. Stress will lessen. Your health will improve.

Every note played is a pill not taken, every song a remedy.

If reading these does only one thing, I hope it's to show you the sense in sitting still, of being idle for at least a short time everyday. Life has no meaning without a dream of life.

If we don't know where we're going, we don't know what we're doing, so it's best we sit for a short time and remember we design our own lives. We're not the victims of circumstance, we make circumstance.

If these pages do only one thing, I hope they remind you there is no other like you. Nature makes no mistakes. Nature makes what she needs. Nature made you.

You are necessary to so much, so much more than you know.

Know it. Sit down. Where do you fit? How can you make this place a better one for yourself now and after you die?

What will the world have gained, and lost, when you die?

Dream of that, get to work and have a better day.