I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving
I Write To Understand. I Write To Stop Time
If we were having coffee, you would find me shamefaced when you walk in. I had stopped here earlier this week, I tell you. I didn’t have quite enough money, so I took a few pennies from the “leave one/take one” bowl that businesses often put up. `Only it wasn’t a leave one/take on bowl, it was the tip jar, I realized later. I took money from the tip jar. I felt so tacky.
I was recently looking up other blogs about rituals and thinking about that, particularly concerning coffee or tea, and I heard a story on National Public Radio (NPR) this morning that led me to something beautiful. The story was on Japanese tea in the 15th century, and when I went to their website to see the story, I connected to another story about coffee art.
I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving 