MetroMonk

There I was, sitting at The Pumpernickel, a cute and charming cafe nestled in the heart of Saugatuck, MI.  It was a cool and crisp fall morning. It wasn’t too chilly, so I sat outside. It was a picturesque fall Michigan morning in a picturesque Michigan town. There I sat at the table, getting all my things just right, “setting my stage,” if you will. Placing my coffee cup exactly where I wanted it, getting my napkin placed and folded exactly how I wanted, making sure the creases were even and the corners matched. Making sure the table wasn’t wobbly so I wouldn't be annoyed placing my coffee on the table. Placing my journal and pen how I wanted, basically making sure the lines of each object were parallel to one another. Wiggling in my chair until it was just right. Paying attention to all of my OCDs so I can settle-in properly. Then I sat and allowed myself to arrive at the place I was at.  One thing that stands out about Michigan, especially Michigan in the fall, are the leav...

Though my world may be in pieces, my morning coffee hour is my anchor. Everything and everyone changes. People come and go. Money comes and goes. Situations change for better or for worse, but my coffee is always warm and his spirit is with me.