Life and coffee spoons

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A Post a Day in May 23/31

If I had been paid more attention during my American lit classes back in my uni days, I might have picked up on the quote my writer-friend Coralee included in a recent comment she left on my blog: “I no longer ‘measure my life in coffee spoons’,” she wrote. When I looked it up online, I learned that it is from 'The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock' by the American poet T. S. Eliot.

Coffee spoons are small — useful, yes, but small, ordinary, quotidian, unremarkable. Not measuring one’s life in coffee spoons, then, must mean that attention is being paid to bigger, more substantial, maybe even remarkable things — such as the sky and the sun and the great outdoors.

And, so, on this May 23rd — the Monday of Canada’s Victoria Day Long Weekend, I am leaving behind the coffee spoons and hitting the road for some quiet time in our little spot of beauty on Lake Winnipeg. Last year, I took you there via a virtual road trip; this year, I’m sharing a view from the gazebo deck to inspire you to leave the coffee spoons of your own life in the drawer, for today, and to look up and out and beyond, to enjoy a wider horizon, whatever that can mean for you: Breathe. Look. Open. Enjoy.

Today is today, and tomorrow will be itself when it arrives soon enough.



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Land acknowledgement: I respectfully recognize that I live on the original lands of Anishinaabe, Cree, Oji-Cree, Dakota and Dene peoples, and on the homeland of the Métis Nation.

Coffee spoons photo by Charisse Kenion on Unsplash

Comments

  1. BarbaraMay 23, 2022 at 9:47 AM

    What a gorgeous view! Great story and I love your last line Amanda.

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  2. Coralee HicksMay 25, 2022 at 8:08 PM

    So much water! Imagine all the coffee you could brew..

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