“Good day, and welcome to Day Twelve.” – Dough McKenzie, 12 Days of Christmas
Drinking Tea Meditation. Generally speaking, I do not drink tea. Specifically speaking, I did not drink tea today. I went with Drinking Coffee Meditation instead, and I must say, I quite enjoyed it.
I found it much easier to concentrate on the present moment by honing in on minute details in everything I was doing. I cleaned out the morning’s round of coffee grounds from my reusable filter using the spray nozzle in my sink. I felt the warmth of the water against my skin. I felt the small bits of coffee bean against my finger tips. I noticed the pattern the water made as it spun in circles in the (I’m not sure what the name for it is, but it’s the cup that you put the filters into – I refuse to Google it). Then I slowly and intentionally reinserted each of the newly cleaned pieces back in their places.
I opened the bag and smelled the grounds. I actually do this every morning. It is a beautiful moment of being centered by the sensation of the inhale combined with the olfactory fireworks the ground coffee beans create. For the sake of turning the Intention dial up to 11, I stuck my nose in the bag an extra three or four times, noting the subtle differences in burnt and earthy undertones. When I pulled the bag away from my face, I noted how I found the yellow color of the bag soothing, and the blue color of the small strip with the word “Sweden” on it was equally calming and easy on the eyes.
I stepped to the fridge to grab my recently-purchased handheld Britta filter, and poured it into the back of my coffee maker. I saw the glint of the water as it left the spout. I hit the on button and felt and heard the click, and saw the green light that I associate with good things on the horizon (moving forward in traffic, a card being approved, coffee being made, etc.).
My dog barked at the neighbors entering or exiting their apartment, but I just walked silently to a point where I could make eye contact with him. When he saw me, we locked eyes and he stopped barking and put his head down. We gazed at each other motionless for a few seconds, then I returned to the coffee.
My machine is a little janky because I bought a reusable filter because ya know… the environment and stuff… But it doesn’t really fit into the machine, so the lid doesn’t close all the way. For today, though, that was convenient. I got to watch the water slowly trickle out of whatever heats it up, and land on the grounds. I saw the water collect, and I watched the ever-changing arrangement of bubbles on the water’s surface. I closed my eyes and listened to the loud, almost violent expulsion of water into the filter and the thing with the name I don’t know, juxtaposed by the soft trickle of the just-recently-coffee into the pot.
Once it was done, I poured the coffee into the mug as slowly as I could imagine. The sound reminded me of standing next to a creek on a much sunnier day than today. I lifted the mug to my face and took in a few deep breaths. Each step in the process made the aroma sweeter and smoother.
I took a sip, slurping loudly because it’s fun, and closed my eyes so I could focus on the sensations of the hot liquid hitting my tongue (lol). I felt the warmth travel down my esophagus, hit my center, and radiate out to my extremities. I realized I was being a crazy person holding the mug by the handle, and switched it up so I had my hands pressed against the sides to enjoy the tactile heat. After a few sips I brought myself out of meditation, and started writing this.
Weird side note: I could see a dude in a window across the alley from me until just now. Maybe he was also blogging. Or she. I don’t know how they identify.
Anyway, I feel good after today’s session. I’m spending a lot more time throughout my day being mindful of any given moment, and it’s paying off in terms of my mood. I’m excited to up the ante again in Week Three.
Until then, boy that was a lot of words about making and drinking coffee, huh? And take off, hosers.