reflections, Self-care, Uncategorized

On sacred presence: coffee

From the beginning, before the baby years, before school runs and teenage sleep-ins, there was coffee.

Not just caffeine, but a slow, sacred act we carved out in the soft light of morning. Our ritual began when we were still just two souls finding home in each other. We’d sit, hands wrapped around warm cups, hearts open.

It was never just about the drink, it was about presence. About saying, “Before the world asks anything of us, we belong to each other.”

In the whirlwind of early parenting, milk-stained clothes, fractured sleep, endless need we protected this ritual like a flame in the wind. Sometimes it was ten stolen minutes. Sometimes just a shared glance over the rim of a mug. But always, we returned. This ritual is our temenos – our sacred container. A space untouched by the outer world, where the Self and the Other are honoured and seen.

Now, as our teenager slumbers through the early hours, the house quiet once more, our mornings echo with a familiar rhythm. The ritual remains, not as nostalgia, but as renewal. It is where our partnership reclaims its breath.

Phew it’s been a minute.

We had created this ritual not out of habit, but necessity. It is a tether to what is real. To what is us.

Now, we savour our second cuppa at a local café-because thanks to Australia, we’ve become unapologetic coffee snobs with high standards and zero regrets.

With buzz,

Aleks

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