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This might be odd but I’ve always had this deep fascination with coffee. Growing up on a farm I grew up learning how fruits and veggies came from the dirt. And let’s just say I developed a bit of a green thumb from the whole thing.

I have become very intrigued with the different varieties of coffees and different regions, etc. I enjoy making coffee for others and if you’ve read my blog know that I am ever developing my coffee craft with different variations and brewing techniques. Being a home barista has given me such joy. I’ve always dreampt of being a barista at an actual coffee shop.

And today I did it! I had applied at a new startup coffee shop in a little town near me and I got a barista position! The owners of the shop are super kind too. It’s a family run business which adds to the small town charm.

I’m completely in love with the new space they’ve renovated. Its snappy and chic. They also offered me a latte there… OMGoodness, mind blowing! Let me tell you. A Guatamelan roast that has a rich chocolatey overtone with a hazelnut base. That’s how I would describe it at least. (Red face) I dont want to sound overzealous or anything.

I’m a huge coffee fanatic though. I am so blessed that I was hired at this coffee shop. Thank you Lord for giving me employment.

God is great.

Blazing Heat of Summer and Black Coffee Philosophy

As the coffee perks, I am swallowed in music. The banjo, my favorite stringed instrument strums across the bright kitchen. The echoed picking gets me to thinking about how our lives echo across the fine line of existence. How every decision we make is shattered into our livelihood and shapes us into our own unique individuals. Carved from the roots of our birth, we must find our own way. Like a ship sailing the ragged sea of life with all its dangers and precautions, we must stand fast at the wheel and follow our compass.

It’s majestic outside the snow veiling the ground but bitterly cold. Perfect for coffee AND researching. I’m working on an article about the Pawnee Indians that were indigenous to my area. Sadly enough I see the current political climate of the United States in rather the same light. Immigrants who’ve called America their home pushed out. Atrociously sad.

Spices blending and percolating in the filter slip into the pot, like late party guests slipping in quietly, unnoticed. The wind bouts the house as the tree limbs shake above like marionettes, the wind their puppeteer. The clouds, framed by the hills, stoop and scoot along the highest limbs, pretending to be foliage. But alas, the dead of winter freezes everything in its chilled and mesmerizing trance.

As I gingerly sip steaming coffee I philosophize about the summer. The sun coming in blazing and the hills covered in green followed effortlessly by its breaking and scattering across the hills, slowly extinguished in the black velvet night. This black velvet night adorned by the diamonds of the sky every star lighting just enough space to the next, as if in communication. The stars communicating with one another, like every person in our country, free to raise their voice and be heard. So be a star and raise your voice.

That’s how I imagine summer; coming in on the thrusts of natures finest, on the voices of the brave.

Hopefully, by summer, I will have completed a couple more short stories. I finally got up the courage, when I was completely bedridden, to publish two short stories on Amazon. I had to muster up a lot of courage to publish those. Courage is a hard thing to achieve but I’m so glad I published. Even if no one reads my works, at least I’ll have done it and it will go down in history; hehe maybe not a very long history, but wishful thinking, you know ;).

Wishful thinking is like black coffee it gets me up in the morning.

Hope your day is studded with awesomeness, you’re amazing, be brave and you WILL conquer.

Cheers!

-Smiling Coffee Cup