When Cream Mixes with Coffee....

A Momentary Contemplation on Taking...Pause.

Written by Alexa Webster


In a world where everything seems to be moving increasingly fast, the most subtle, sweet & savory moments tend to go unnoticed.

 
 

Alas, a most poignant question calls us forward, turning the mirror onto self, asking:

When was the last time you stopped to Observe?

It’s ok if you don't drink coffee.  

It’s also ok if you’re vegan, against cream, the cow industry and all the related things (the above image was coconut milk - FYI) BUT...that is not the point of discussion here, now, in this moment.

The point is:

 When was the last time, I-You-WE, stopped to simply, OBSERVE?

Anything………without judgment.

Living as an adult, through the eyes of a child can be both a blessing and a curse.

Time dissolves into the coffee - or is it the cream dissolving into time?

Oh, right, it’s the cream mixing with coffee alchemically transmuting itself into a fusion of nebula galaxy spinning swirl of outer space mystery, changing color and disappearing into something new ... and there goes… the time

Blessing: Creativity & Appreciation for the Limitlessness within the Moment! 

Curse: Perception of Lost Time.

 
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Thank YOU, Buddha! For offering us a most sacred - OUT - A glimpse into a window of possibility where the construct that we all co-exist within - and agree to - TIME - is placed into a new context. Difficult to disagree with... also complicated to comprehend.  

Of course, life must go on. We have work to do.  I’m not advocating casting aside all worldly possessions and devoting solely to enlightenment.

HOWEVER, ONCE IN A WHILE, WHAT IF, WE SPARED SOME PRECIOUS TIME TO DRINK IN THE PRECIOUS NOW?

What if we genuinely devoted a small moment within each day to literally, S T O P & Smell the Flowers? Or something of that nature?

What impact would this choice make in our own lives and our relationships with those we encounter daily and especially those whom we love? Would we eventually experience time with them, differently?

PLEASURE EXISTS IN THE MOMENTS OF PAUSE.

PRESENCE.

Not the kind of presents (with a T), but presence (with a C). The kind of presence that asks nothing of us but our undivided attention (which happens to be everything within the moment). This change in focus may be the reason why it might just be a little bit scary.

START SMALL.

No need to dive deep into eye gazing or breathing rhythmically together.

No need to start chanting or praising the sky gods for giving us rain (although rain could be good right now).

We won't worry about any of that for now.

Let’s start here: 

  • Visually - In the morning - when cream mixes with coffee..
  • Walking to work - stepping off the path & imbibing in the fragrance of a flower.
  • Lunch - Eating outside & tuning into the humming sound of a buzzing bee.

  • Pulling the car over to watch the sun, setting behind the mountains.

  • Putting the phone down - Listening to the giggle of a child.

  • Feeling the wind as it brushes across your face, through your hair - Letting IT Move you, letting it move - through you. 

Sometime today, let's take a pause from the electronics for a moment  & allow IT (whatever it is in the here & now) to catch the fullness of our attention.

Let us Slow Down enough To See IT  through - In Silence, Surrender & Appreciation - without judgment or the need to explain it away.

OPEN.

TO receive one of the many, moment  to  moment gifts that are unceasingly passing By.   

 

May we be changed, for the better - by noticing the Sacred NOW, unfolding, subtly, with each tick of the tock on the clock.

First as One.  

Together as Many.


In her DYING words:

IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER by Erma Bombeck

If I had my life to live over, I would have talked less and listened more.

I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded.

I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.

I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.

I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.

I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.

I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains.

I would have cried and laughed less while watching television - and more while watching life.

I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.

I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.

I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.

Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.

When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now go get washed up for dinner."

There would have been more "I love you's".. More "I'm sorrys" ...

But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute... look at it and really see it ... live it...and never give it back.
 
 

Alexa is a Colorado native, yogini, artist & founder of Seeds of Remembrance, a continually evolving and ever-blossoming movement of Activation, Awakening, Alignment & Adornment.  She is steeped in the Para Yoga tradition, honored to be contributing to Aspen City of Wellbeing and is inspired daily, by the work being done, on the ground, in Aspen to enact change and shift culture towards a more vibrant world.  

 
Alexa Webster