Beyond the Bean

Anyone who knows anything about me, knows I love coffee. I love coffee, but not indiscriminately. My new friend sharing in my passion for coffee calls this Soul of the Bean. I call it “beyond the bean”.

Do you have a favorite cup?

Yesterday was a snowday and so it was I found myself working from home. This is not a bad thing. Snowdays in New England often offer respite from the normal hectic schedule which resumes, most often, the very next day! 

This particular morning also offered the rare opportunity to muse over that first cup of the day. Ethiopia Amaro Gayo (organic). It is one of the smoothest coffees I’ve ever had. There’s a hint of fruit (blueberry?) that I think pulls up from the roots of its earthiness. 

And then the finish. Cocoa. I think perhaps it is the finish that grasps me. I have a first reaction of an artist splashing an earthy color of coffee on a clean canvas and as you gaze on it you get sucked in with this warm feeling like a down comforter. That’s what is going on with your taste buds as it blankets your mouth. So you get that fruitiness at the front and the comfort of cocoa at the finish. There is a sense of serenity, one which allows you to envision the coffee grower, satisfied with his crop after a long journey.

Beyond the bean. 

What’s in your cup?


Where Many Paths and Errands Meet

The Road goes ever on and on
    Down from the door where it began. 
Now far ahead the Road has gone
    And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
    Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
    And whither then? I cannot say. ~ J.R.R. Tolkien                                    

Sitting here with the rays of sunlight equally supplying warmth and brightness to my day as I gaze out the window on a field carpeted with the growth of continuing life. The sun providing patches of shade in collaboration with the trees.

My son fashioned a swing that hangs in a nearby tree for Ella to enjoy. I push her as her little legs dangle, her toes often pointing toward the earth while her face alternately looks at me and the sky above. Intermittently letting out a giggle. “Agin. Agin,” she commands. And again and again I push her. Relishing in the shared moment of simplicity.  Continue reading

Every morning, get up.

Often you may have heard someone say they want to go sliding into their graves all used up.  Me, however, frequently the one to swim upstream, intends to be squarely planted over my final resting place, with one finger pointing in the air (thank you, Pilates planks!), pleading, “Wait! I have one more thing to do”! Perhaps, one of my favorite bloggers feels the same. Continue reading

Maine Life

I experienced the opportunity to visit Downeast Maine last week. Scarcity of any  signs of civilization, which some may find a culture shock. As many of my road trips are, it was an adventure. What should have been a 2 1/2 hour tour, turned to 3 hours. Along the way I met interesting people who remind me why I live here. Continue reading