Ritual of Coffee

Ritual of coffee:

it’s now that first and only cup of coffee, a ritual of indulgence, and I enjoy the warmth of the cup within my hands, the wisp of steam that seem to carry the deep essence of its flavor, that first bitter sip that begins to wake my mind for early writing. This one cup of coffee is essential to my writing, it belongs central to the desk, equal to keyboard and screen, fuel for my creative fire. That’s the power of ritual, it invokes an inner source of creativity and intent, it’s spell-work in a sense, magic, and I commit myself to its belief not in any superstitious way, but purely for the sake of its enjoyment, a ritual of coffee, writing, and the silence just before the sunrise.

it’s how I start my day.

meditation too plays its key role, it’s my first commitment before the ritual of coffee. There’s another kind of magic here, a soft repetition of the mantra that leads me to a quiet sense of mind, matching the silence of the morning in a seamless stream of listening. This sets the stage for writing, and really, for the entire day to come, there’s a deep interior quiet here, receptive to every subtle note of inspiration, creative at its very core. Meditation is simply the recognition of this source, a ritual of a silent mind, and it’s done for it’s own sake, not to invoke the creative mind, but only to remind me of its constant presence.