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Being in the Moment:
Florence Café

by Lori C. Brown | 2009

The air smells of dark chocolate and honeydew, accompanied by the seconds of breeze that smells of espressos and cigarettes. My physical body is positioned elegantly, my fingers press on the handle of my coffee cup, and before I take a sip I stare down at my cappuccino's foam; realizing the barista has created the pattern of a sun... it will be a good day. I place the cup to my lips and taste the coffee grounds' heat slide down my throat, leaving me with a slight aftertaste of mint. My eyebrow arches, and I look to my right noticing the irregularity of the cobblestone street. I ponder the question, "Is anything meant to be perfect?"

I stare off to the arc that leads to the Piazza della Repubblica; it seems so bright on the other side. I take quick notice to a white-haired gentleman patiently scouting out the vast choices of flowers available at his disposal. He smells each with interest, and then stops. He looks at the flower as if it was love, grins, and grabs just one. He walks down that imperfect road with a brightly colored yellow, black, and red flower. I watch him walk; he is so sure it was the best choice. I wonder, "Is it that simple to find love?"

I listen to the singing of Italian words with laughter not far behind.
A wisp of air breathes through my hair, my fingers press on the handle of my coffee cup, and once again the aftertaste of mint.

I scale my thoughts and I try to remember what is it that my heart truly wants to do. I begin to jot down all of my ambitions and ideas of whom and what I want to be. I become discouraged as always, due to my "virgoness" and my never-ending ability to let my inherited thoughts come into play. I sit in silence, but my thoughts are running wild; thus I surrender and try to listen.

I look up and notice a writer, not with a laptop or a pencil, but one with a journal and a vintage red ink pen. He uses his right hand to dip the pen in the ink, softly dabs it, and begins the passage. His forefinger and thumb are covered in ink, but he writes as if he knows everything. He looks up, turns to me and smiles; as if he knew my thoughts. I have always wanted to be a writer. "Is this a sign?"

Being in the Moment lets you question the many thoughts in your head, so they no longer become a burden but an awakening. A moment when you can search your" true" answers instead of the ones with which we are programmed to respond. Moments in time where things are not so complicated, and you listen deeply. Ask yourself this: "If money, energy and time weren't an issue, and were unlimited, who would you be and what would you do?" Write down your response, without hesitation, read it over and pay close attention to how you feel and your visions...follow your heart!

Safe journeys to you all, love and peace, L.

Related work by Lori C. Brown:
Being in the Moment: Unpredicted Call

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