Thursday, August 19, 2010
Coffee with Mom - Monday 8/16/10
So with cowboy coffee in hand, the sun peaking it's head through the trees and the morning chill, I make my way to the top of one of these big rocks to sit and just be. Be in the morning. Be on the rock. Be with God and Spirit... and myself. I found a nice spot with a great view and squatted down to sit. My knees up toward my chest, arms resting on my knees, coffee in hand, taking in the view.
I must of sat there watching the sun creep up into the morning sky for about 15 minutes. It was one of those rare moments when I stumbled upon an empty and quiet mind. Usually my head swirls with thoughts o' plenty and ideas galore. Quiet time for the old cabeza is a rare treat. Perhaps I need more time in the cool mountain air.
So I continued to sit, mind in neutral, enjoying the morning and enjoying the feeling of my mother's presence. In my late teens and early 20's while I lived at home, my morning consisted of coffee and cigarettes on the back porch. I remember my mother going about her morning as well and how nice it was to just feel your mom close by. Sometimes we'd chat, other times we'd hardly speak at all. One time she comforted her heart broken son after he got dumped the night before. Regardless of the situation, it was always nice to have mom around.
It is now a feeling that comes and goes. On this Monday morning though, I had coffee with mom again. It was very nice.