The 10 To 3 Cafe

The dream was as it is… of a relatively darling spot close enough to town for travelers to find with an amazing turn around skirt of a parking lot sweetly constructed to welcome a few who would seek to meet between the hours of ten in the morning to three in the afternoon. The oakwood door revealing tones of a golden luster like the leathered cover of a refurbished book both invites a hospitable entrance and a curiosity blending with anticipation.

The draw to arrive at the cafe would be to engage in conversation mingled with the sounds of Nana Mouskori’s enchanting ballads playing softly in the background to feel afloat the wave of all is well in such moments fully surrounded by like-minded souls, or lovers of rose petals and honey dipped butter cookies savored with tea or coffee… To be scholarly, one must read the two paragraphs deliberately out loud as if broadcasted live on the five o’clock news, to be exact…

Somehow, in the dream, it was then that the truth would rise as the creamiest of the creamy congeals and glistens. For example, with a cup of jasmine rice and half cup of sugar drowned in four cups of milk dabbed with a cinnamon stick together with an orange peel pierced with four cloves and a tablespoon of vanilla extract, the only result is a delicious rice pudding… With a lid partially draped on its head, the pot set on the lower end of the heat, delivers a treat to please palates in forty minutes… Just then it is when a memory is adorned by the scent of sweetness forever more. A formed film of cream shines as if the sun beat its rays like on leaves of treetops and water droplets in the ocean’s waves…

To be in the nook of things with people in conversation is to be on life’s greatest treasure hunts. All that spills forms the stories in the story of the steps that will be taken towards goals realized.

When I go into town, I remember other places I have been as well, and I still look for that spot. How many wondrous memories could be cherished in those five hours in say six days, except Sundays? Writers and teachers could find their way to contemplate to be inspired by the bookshelves offering a reading to ignite the pleasure of learning through the adventures of life. We are students until heaven knows when and then again.

Dreams live in the Ten To Three Cafe just as they do in many gathering places where bread is broken to be shared for nourishment. After all, our sustenance invigorates the body, mind, and spirit.

It seems that even an Encyclopedia would offer the flashlights needed in the narrow path through a parsley forest leading to a valley of mint. One can imagine the people and places that were and have been responsible for gathering all that could be known to share as a manual for going forward towards a greater peak overseeing all the way to the horizon. It is no small matter to behold the best in appreciation of learning.

A poet wrote a line I cannot let slip your visit here:

” I am not the same having seen the moon shine on the other side of the world.” __Mary Anne Radmacher

Heavenly is a place on earth we can create because it has already provided us with fabulous tools to observe, absorb, and serve others. This is what I wished to have taught and lived to present as a gift. Hold the words on the palm of your hands like marbles soothing their contoured bodies to be rolled wisely at play. Enjoy the joy found in peace of mind.

Time measures in seconds, minutes, and hours. If from the Ten To Three Cafe, time could welcome all aboard through the oakwood door to live a life fulfilling our best possible purpose on earth, the key to it would be found in these words:

” Finally, brothers and sister, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable–if anything is excellent or praiseworthy–think about such things. __Philippians 4:8

This is a heartfelt High School graduation gift for Nathan Alan and Evan Michael, the Bucur twins. Congratulations on all you have accomplished and may you shine the respect of your family’s upbringing. It is an honor to be a thread of the family tree as your grandfather was my husband’s cousin through their sister mothers. The lineage beckons lanes of dreams to be fulfilled in the spot you choose to construct the life you give to God.

You are blessed to bless.


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