Café Comments ~ Opening Thoughts

Greetings Dear Reader,

Most of us have a favorite diner or café that we enjoy.  I am blessed to have a favorite in both categories and some good alternates when I just need a change.  I go to the café that is my favorite twice a week.  On Wednesdays I go there to write and people watch.  On Fridays I go after breakfast at my favorite diner to work at marketing and to people watch some more.

When I people watch it is for many purposes.  It feeds my curiosity and gives me much writing fodder.  It also reminds me to see the needs and lives of others from a position of kindness and compassion.  It gives me the opportunity to be good to others as well. 

As I have grown to know the staff other observations and opportunities present themselves.  As I often do I am going to extrapolate life lessons from the specific to the general with the café as my backdrop.  This time, however, my intent is to tell a story or two and draw the lessons for my journey from the story.  Join in the Calliandra Shade of my favorite café.  Let me know your thoughts and questions as we observe life.

Calliandra Shade – Ian Anderson

I sit in judgement on the market square

I have my favourite table and I have my chair

Natives are friendly and the sun flies high

All kinds of crazy waiters – they go drifting by

Hours last forever in the Calliandra shade

Conversation going nowhere and yet, everywhere

Kick off those sad shoes and let the bare toes twinkle

Slip off the shoulder strap: loosen the thick black hair

Come, sit with me and take decaf designer coffee

Come, laugh and listen as the ragamuffin children play

Lame dog and a black cat, now, they shuffle in the shadows

You got cappuccino lip on a short skirt day

Electric afternoon and shrill cellphones are mating

Lame dog is dreaming, dreaming of a better life

Where bed is fluffy pillows, table scraps are filet mignon

Flicked indiscreetly by the lazy waiter's knife

Hours last forever in the Calliandra shade

Conversation going nowhere and yet, everywhere

Kick off those sad shoes and let the bare toes twinkle

Slip off the shoulder strap: loosen the thick black hair

Come, sit with me and take decaf designer coffee

Come, laugh and listen as the ragamuffin children play

Lame dog and a black cat, now, they shuffle in the shadows

You got cappuccino lip on a short skirt day

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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