I just made my second Chemex.
The first one was shared with my daughter.
She is the Queen of Chemex, so it makes me a little nervous when I hand her one that I make. This morning as I was making it, thoughts of her and how happy she is right now were floating through my mind. Her love from England is here, so her world feels complete today.
In a sense it was made with love.
She cradled the cup in both hands, took a sip and closed her eyes to savor the moment. Was it up to her standards? I waited for her response.
She released a smile and said, “That is a perfect Chemex.” Day complete before 11:00 am.
Sunday has an ease about it. It’s a small luxury to sit in the middle of an unmade bed without any rush to make it up. There is no rush today.
I have two laptops. One for business and one for personal. I enjoy typing blog posts on the business laptop. The keys are raised and feel good as I type. I’m sitting in the middle of my unmade bed with a candle lit and a cup from the Chemex.
There is natural light from the windows.
I’ve said no to friends today that wished to include me in their plans. I thought about going to the grocery store, but there’s food in the fridge.
It’s Sunday and it’s a chill day.
I washed our bath robes today.
My daughter has so much going on in her life, the best way I can help is doing little things around the house, so her home life remains calm.
I was putting her robe in the dryer and paused to look at the label. I couldn’t recall if it was the same brand as mine. The waffle weave is similar.
It’s not the same brand, but I love what it says.
That’s exactly where I stand today.
When our hearts are open, life will show us what we need to see.
When her heart needs confirmation I hope she pauses before sliding on that robe, sees the label and breathes in these three words…
Inhale. Exhale. Dream.
It was a long seven minutes waiting for the French press of coffee to be at it’s peak this morning. I normally set a timer for it, but instead just periodically glanced at the clock.
While I was waiting, our younger dog Winnie, began playing with something on the floor. We’ve had a baby lizard living in the house this week and Winnie had spotted the lizard.
I told her, “No no,” and she let it be. A few minutes later our big boy Denver spotted it, but he wasn’t as willing to leave it alone. I grabbed a glass out of the cupboard and scooped the lizard up into it.
It was so tiny. Smaller than my pinky.
I walked outside and released it into the yard. Small acts of kindness are not exclusively toward people. Even if I don’t see a person today, I believe the lizard had a good start to it’s day. The outdoors has to be better than a dog’s belly.
Within those seven minutes I remembered time passes either way. It’s what we do with our time that makes a difference. Being presently in the moment and aware of what is happening around us allows ample opportunity to fine tune our world. To make it better for everyone involved.
What began as waiting for coffee was really the perfect amount of time to save the lizard.
As I walked by the boutique window I saw this bag sitting atop a shelf. It was so simple yet magical. I felt that familiar shift of perspective.
Would it affect others similarly?
I walked in and purchased the bag.
It sits on top of the fridge as a dual reminder. One, for what it says, and two, to take it with me when I walk out the door. Some of the nearby grocery stores don’t provide bags for your purchases and suggest you bring your own. They sell reusable grocery bags, but nothing like this one.
When it’s time to bag my purchases, I’m asked, “Do you need a bag?” I sit this one down for them to use and be inspired. They pause a moment to take it all in and a smile usually follows.
Anything is possible. It’s in the bag. ❤