Coffee
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45ml or Love is Chemistry or Only Love will lead to Coffee
The only thing I find odd in classical music, although I am not against the idea, is the fact that in the large spectrum of concerti, symphonies and studies, the very least of them have a title to match, carry or introduce the composed material. Titles fascinate me. Titles for paintings will at times complete…
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Celebration Day — sixteen
For decades I have been on a journey of cleansing myself from empty, superficial, misleading, and cultural terms and words which do not express in essential detail what my thoughts and mindset are. The exclamation “a day like any other”, for example, is a total ignorance of what life is — per day, per second,…
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To Beat or to Grind — that is not a question
The Turks excel us in this. They employ no mill to torture the coffee, but beat it with wooden pestles in mortars. When the pestles have been long used, they become precious and are sold at great prices. I had to examine and determine whether in the result one or the other of the two…
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Celebration Day — nine
In the same graceful manner, and similar genuine spiritual essence with which believers ought to be thankful when things go against their wishes, hard work ought to be seen as celebration. The usual number of circles turned when cranking any of my hand grinders,is commonly around four hundred and seventy, after which a single shot…
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Celebration Day — five
What is a day with attention lacking? In their ever emerging occurrence, thoughts may occasionally make us leave the physical moment. Though beyond such infusions of light and lightness, there is the intention, and attention in celebration. Today, one celebration is an organic coffee from the Jimma Region of Ethiopia — a light roast mixed…
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Celebration Day — two
If you open the bag with whole seeds of roasted coffee, go through those minutes cranking the grinder, again, while the water reaches boiling, and you joyfully dwell in the moment that will lead to smelling and tasting a dark brew, again, you are celebrating, again.
Sila Blume 