instant coffee in Inglewood.

Monday morning and the wind is howling around outside... these are not the August winds that we usually experience, but maybe they are early because Mother earth is confused or maybe this is just a taste of what is to come. .. I have to brave that wind soon and hang sheets and towels... let me ask you, if you happen to see any flying by can you tell me? or maybe you might see me looking much like the Egyptian mummy from a vintage movie.. wrapped in the sheets blindly walking around... yes, the wind does tend to make me a little ratty !! trees bending over, creating kindling sticks that I will pick up tomorrow.. doors rattling like all the souls from wherever are trying to get into my home, into the comfort and warmth that is my home at this time of year...
the fire is going and just before I start my usual Monday morning routine of cleaning my bathrooms and changing my bed sheets, I sat down for a cup of coffee. I usually sip nettle tea or some kind of horrid herbal tea that is good for me..but sometimes, a girl has to be naughty.. I don't drink alot of coffee, but I do look forward to the one that I have each morning before I start my housework, or my temple work as I am beginning to think of it... I don't own a coffee machine, nor do I own a dripolator, percolator or even coffee pot.. so it is instant coffee for me.. I can hear some of you now.. 'not instant coffee!!!' but yes, until the coffers allow me to purchase myself a cappuccino/espresso machine, I drink instant coffee, but I buy the best I can find and so far, the one I like is Nescafe Gold blend..

I sat in my big pink chair, in front of the fire, with Billie Holiday singing in the background... my mind was thinking of that first time that the jar is opened and the aroma that comes from it... and how the first cup from each jar is always special. And as I sat, I thought that this first cup from the newly opened coffee is truly something to be grateful for... and I got it!! I finally got it.... (well for that moment anyhow) I know I sound like a silly billy but this was one of those moments when the soul sighs with a deep 'ahhhhh...', an 'I get it' moment.... You see, I struggle with the grateful part of Simple Abundance because I try too hard to find things each day to be grateful for..the small simple things in life.
Today, I am creating a new altar in my bedroom.. changing some furniture around, moving energy... ... yes, the small simple things in life. clean sheets, rose incense, roses from the flush that is blooming in my winter garden, a vintage glass port bottle full of water beside my bed. Billie Holiday. you know, sometimes I even put one little rose in our ensuite.. for Joe to enjoy.. I am sure those simple things make his heart sing too... he might not say it, but I know it does.. it must, don't you think?