Thinking of Java ... again!!

I'm thinking of coffee this morning and of how much I love it. Why is that? Is it the flavor, the process of making it, the sound of oily black coffee beans ground to perfection, the assault to my olafactory glands of that first fusion of hot water on pulverized coffee bean? I close my eyes for a few seconds -take it in. Wonderful. God's gracious gift. There is an art to brewing coffee and there is a joy in the consumption too. I know that the "experts" tell me that caffeine is a drug. It is addictive. It will hurt me. Yes. Whatever. I can think of more abusive ways to hurt my body? Go away!! Will my single mug of coffee in the morning and the joy I recieve in the making really ruin me for life? I doubt it. And for what it's worth I really don't give a damn what the "experts" tell me about my love for coffee. They are probably all crypto java lovers themselves! I recently had someone jump on me for my love of coffee. They were holding a mixed drink while dishing out their diatribe. I smiled and took another sip of my French Roast coffee, freshly brewed -the only coffee I care to drink. Bottoms up! If Jesus were invited to a party of mine I would ask him to turn the water into coffee -blends from all over the world! I can take care of the wine- Pinot Noir for sure! Well, I just love coffee. I love the aromas in a coffee shop. I like to see the newspaper stand with all the papers, magazines, etc. I like to see people reading. I take in the atmosphere of a cafe, the ethos of the place. I often journal at cafes. Why? I'm not sure. I watch people constantly and it inspires me to think of all sorts of things that I normally can't muster up on my own. Last week I sat at a Starbucks here in town. I watched a long line of people waiting to be served like worshippers waiting for their eucharistic meal, hungry hearts open mouths. For some reason it made me feel sorry. I'm not sure why. I thought, "My gosh, I wonder what all those people are thinking, what issues they all face, what disappointsments they've all faced in the last month, what drives them all." It was just a random thought. Well, that's all for now. I'm going to have a cup of coffee. I made it myself this morning! It's in a bright red thermos ready to please me -a wonderful blend of African & South American beans. So, yes, this morning my thoughts wander and think of coffee. Would you care to join me? We could talk about all sorts of things and inspire each other to love all the more what drives us in this pursuit of writing, of journaling.