Una Bella Tazza Di Caffe

It seems not that long ago that we sat across each other at this table and I poured tea from my beautiful teapot from Pier One. We drank out of the small cups that came with the pot, and refilled them frequently. We had treats as well, though they were not cake. What brought us together was the love of words. What we shared was an unfolding of our lives through writing practice.

I wished I would have met your Mum, and at long last when I saw her photo, I felt I should know her for the stories you shared and the gifted daughter she brought into the world. And I wished I would have had that opportunity to sit over a table sharing coffee with her.

In that loss, I think of change. I am remembering of those deep connections I made so many years ago. From my soul-filling visits with friends over coffee, for that is what we drank then. Edwards coffee out of the can. I kept it in the freezer to keep the coffee fresh. We would drink coffee late at night, our sleep not affected by that amazing act. Then, I began picking up Tim Horton's on my way into work. And my visits with friends shifted more often to tea.

I discovered then the incredible flavour of coffee with an espresso grind. And eventually found coffee that was roasted locally. And then I went to Seattle, and had a cup of una bella tazza di caffe at Vivace. The people who work here are called Preparation Specialists! They take their coffees seriously.

Sadly, I can't drink coffee anymore... though I do hold out hope... one day... (*longing face*)

What has not changed over the years is the wondrous sharing that I have with my friends. I am looking forward to this space being a place of sharing, exploring, and appreciation for the finest things in life.