Coffee Scents and Nostalgia

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The first time I actually paid attention to the smell of coffee, I was only six years old. When I would smell coffee, the feeling was often different. My little brain interpreted it as the “awakening moment” when everything felt good. I was sitting at the breakfast table while my mother stood by the kitchen table brewing my father some coffee Arabica.

The way her hair fell to her back, her gentle hands pouring the coffee through a filter, the crisp air and brightness from the opened window, my father flipping through the newspapers, and my mother's favorite program on the radio, all that made me understand at a tender age that love and life can be found in the most mundane things with the ones you love.

Ever since, that nostalgic feeling stuck with me and I learned to associate the smell of coffee with mornings, love, togetherness, and an innate feeling of peace. Where there is coffee, there is life - the kind that awakens your senses.

Today I woke up yearning for that carefree feeling where nothing but the present mattered. No anxiety, fears, or apprehension. Just an outpouring of bliss that brings you back to center.

So I dressed up really nice- red lipstick, perfume, and all. Haha! I put on my stereo and I grabbed my favorite coffee Arabica from my pantry. At that moment when I began to brew my coffee, the saying that “you create your own happiness,” made more sense to me.

I truly felt happiness and bliss in that little act. I didn't feel doubt, uncertainty and weariness. I felt so beautiful inside and out. Just perfect.

As I relished my hot coffee, nostalgic memories of my six-year-old self filled my heart. It left me in a state of euphoria throughout the day and now I'm pretty sure that I've found a new ritual.