Repair with gold
I love metaphors. They are a shortcut to the subconscious, opening a world of meaning and insight that can be difficult to tap into in
December 8, 2024
Welcome to Over Coffee.
Whether we drink coffee, chai, herbal or English Breakfast teas, ‘let’s have coffee’ has come to mean much more than these three words. The subtext is – let’s catch up after too long, let’s share, let’s boost each other’s spirits.
My writings here will be about the sorts of thing friends share over coffee. Not just what has been happening in my life, but also things I am mulling over, small victories or setbacks, acts of kindness, and serendipity.
The conversations I enjoy most over coffee, the phone, or any other platform are equal ones. We take turns, passing the baton to speak back and forth. I am a good listener, but I like to leave a coffee date feeling I’ve spoken and been heard.
I invite you to have your say on these pages, too.
As my concentration span lessens with age, I prefer to read pieces that are short. I’ll keep these coffee chats brief, too.
Welcome to Over Coffee. I hope you linger, adding depth and sparkle to our conversations.
I love metaphors. They are a shortcut to the subconscious, opening a world of meaning and insight that can be difficult to tap into in
When the ashes were returned, I didn’t know where to put them. I’d delayed delivery, thinking to coordinate it with the death certificate, expected soon
‘Your hands are cold’, he said. ‘I know’, I replied. ‘Yours are always warm.’ I rubbed my palms together, hoping to restore circulation. A few
The doorbell chimed, and I reached for the remote control to open the garage roller door. I was expecting my weekly grocery delivery, courtesy of
Skimming cards for my granddaughter’s ninth birthday, my attention landed on a tiny twigseeds one captioned: May your pockets be filled with falling stars, and
‘You look so well’, a friend observed, ‘even though you are under huge stress’. I wasn’t so sure – perhaps it was just the make-up,