An Eighth Shot of Espresso: Coffee and Creativity on Mum's Third Shift

Turn a fresh page  unlined and blank  dip the pen  into the inkwell  the scratch of the nib  reflects the shimmer  of the dancing flame  as you write  by the candlelight the years pass the words fade but your ideas last for eternity

you can be in a crowd  and yet feel lonesome  all the conversations  swirling around you  but you take part in none  and it is as if they do not see  that you are standing there and they speak as if you aren't even present  you are invisible to them perhaps you are truly a ghost who walks among them all but unlike a disembodied spirit you still feel the sting of isolation

Leave your dirty sneakers there outside by the door  the toes facing outward towards the porch steps put on these house slippers  try not to track dirt  onto the freshly washed floor it's more than convenience   a family tradition  from time immemorial ingrained in my blood  one that I follow quite closely

I. the roller coaster  slowly climbs to the apex heartbeat races fast  what rises will always fall  the thrill of gravity's gift II. throw your hands up high the wind rushes through your hair hear the screams of glee the excitement in your blood just for this very moment III. the ride slowing down return to reality one fleeting moment you are one with the cosmos perhaps you will go again

Dial the number it starts with  555  ends with 1234 The play phone rings  and the little girl  answers it  with professional tone prim and proper  after all it is the lunch hour  at her plushie cafe  and the cat  and the duck  are waiting  for their food today. She scribbles your order says her alligator will bring your food about an hour or so You end up with chicken  and a slice of cake and maybe a cherry or two.

Truth is often  stranger than fiction  and every word  out of her mouth  sounds like a lie  so egregious  so cutting  and to the point  yet eventually  it is the truth  Rarely do such revelations mean to spare the feelings of the one who asks. what to believe  who to trust  when she tells me  how things happened  and they really did. They ask me would you rather have the truth or the lie I always tell them at least I know.

You cannot force growth  and expect it to become  everything you want it  whole and perfect  Something has to give the flaw may or may not lie within the object or the creator's desires A cycle repeats over and over until the weight tips to one side or the other Nature has a way  of finding a balance  despite all the desires  of an impatient man

A story without conflict  is dull and uninteresting  nothing every changes  everything the same  The reader closes the book  of the Everyday man  who agrees with everyone  and avoids the fights  and leaves treasure behind No one gets mad at him no one questions his presence a quiet unassuming life with no friction at all It may sound like paradise but it is disguised as stagnation.

gratitude for  the little things in life  fifteen minutes of quiet  enough to savor  a cup of tea  in the middle  of a busy morning given all the kinds of alternatives  I don't take this  for granted anymore. But I choose what are the most cherished in my life instead of someone yelling in my ear why I should be grateful

Some pirates are gentlemen  others are rogues  still others somewhere  in between  brigands and privateers agents of the queen muskets and cutlasses peg legs and eyepatches the plunder on the open seas  cannon broadsides on port and starboard gone are the days  riches and glory three hundred or so years  too late

Hold it steady  branch over river  help your fellow man  when the dam bursts  and the flood  makes the water rise  to dangerous levels  or will you simply  leave the others  to their fates? As the sound  of rushing water grows louder and louder the dirt under your feet softens into slippery mud the cries of your fellow man as they flounder within the rough currents will you stay there as long as possible?

a dashing prince  shows up at court  charms all who sees him  the ladies twitter and they simper over such a handsome man the princess looks  with curiosity  but she is not fooled  she sees through  his dazzling manner  to see insecurity deep within

The weather cools  the leaves turn  an autumnal change  The various festivals  cider and mead  apples and pumpkins  drink hot chocolate chestnuts and squash roast the new corn I love this time of year  the air is cool and dry  and my soul is at peace

It pays to be cautious  but not cowardly  there is a fine line  It pays to be bold  but not overbearing  there is a fine line  It pays to be kind  but not a doormat  there is a fine line It pays to be discerning but not too judgmental there is a fine line It pays to be loving but not a bleeding heart there is a fine line

I. waterfall cascade over the rocky cliff face joins the lake below  II. salmon leaps the waves so much determination to try to get home III. wind rustles the trees its silent call is still heard the eagles respond IV. mist over mountain isolated on its own on painters canvas V. the monk meditates  the water flows over him l chill enlightens him

No more romantic nights  the candles gather dust  hearts broken  and I hold the ashes  in my hands  The lingering smell of pink summer roses have long faded away. The wet matches  in the drawer  are soaked  with my tears  the flame of love  has been drowned out  and burns no more

Many shades of brown it's not a boring color the venerable tree trunk the layers within a piece of tiger's eye the russet of a forest on the edge of autumn the soft velvet of a socialite's dress a range of shades with tones of orange pink and gold I look at my skin  and remind myself that pretty highlights still exist

When has it been  out of fashion  to be optimistic  encouraging others hope for the best  even at the worst of times?  A sanguine attitude  confident and bright  mocked by the ones  who jump at shadows  even when none  are there to be found Gloom and doom the trend of the day a miserable existence But all is not lost I refuse the siren call that tries to pull me under.

Reach out  to show you care  from the bottom  of your heart  when someone is hurting you can be their lifeline just remember  that sometimes  it feels nice  to have others  do the same for you in turn  don't burn yourself  to warm up others  with your own fire

narrow passage  in the castle  many centuries  forgotten a knight and  his lady  exchange  secret touches  in the dark  away from  public eyes  a story untold by the bards a love endures between the pages of history as the lord's  absence  stretches  through  the fallen leaves