As Spring Approaches
Over the last few months, I have often visited a local coffee shop. I order a latte from the shielded doorway and then find an outdoor table and chair for my café-like experience. Simple and pleasureable.
Sometimes John joins me, or we meet our doggie Cosi’s other mother. At other times when I am there alone, I relax, sip, look, listen, and enjoy the communal feel of the “piazza,” with its nine tables, wooden benches, trees, bright blue sun umbrellas, and people and dogs coming and going.
It is part of a market place of sorts, a destination shopping area. Right next to the coffee shop–Carmel Valley Roasting Company– is Lula’s, a local chocolate shop; across is River House Books where I see two books I want to order: Soul of a Woman by Isabel Allende and Dusk, Night, Dawn by Anne Lamott. And next to it is a bakery, Sweet Reba, that has wonderful Morning Glory bread and other sweet goodies.
Across the street is colorful Spencer’s Stationery, and just up the way is Tops ‘n Travel Store where I can window shop and fantasize. And just around the bend are two wine-tasting establishments, two restaurants, and a florist, and on it goes. SO…a mini-community market place within viewing and walking distance. Perhaps appropriately, it is called The Crossroads, which means, among other things, a central meeting place.
As I sit and sip, I wonder what crossroads of a different kind are ahead for each of us. One full year of the pandemic is behind us; spring approaches. How will we each proceed? What will we feel comfortable doing? Where will we feel we can and want to go? And how will we have changed from all that this last year has brought and revealed?
As experts say, each of us has a different “risk tolerance level” and will move forward accordingly. For some, “spring forward” will be a fitting phrase for getting on with life; for others the Greek phrase “siga, siga”—slowly, slowly—may be the way. Something tells me, “siga, siga” is my way.
No matter how I move forward, though, I know I will be thankful for my little coffee shop and “piazza” that have provided me, and many, with a touch of peace, pleasure and community as we watched this historic year unfold. Grazie!