Obviously I just fell off the turnip truck 🚚 (a reference to ignorance). I never thought of adding cinnamon and nutmeg to my coffee 🍵 Until I discovered Spice Island drip coffee at the local shop Bedrock Market and Café on S.Main in Memphis,TN.
So, being the nerd I am, I looked up Island Spice and found the Saigon Cinnamon and Nutmeg. But, oh, my mind started to churn… What other spices could I sprinkle into my coffee? Mixes and matches which I prefer to call concoctions.
Well today I decided to just roll with cinnamon but, I’m looking into some other ideas I’ll share with you (Coffee) POT HEADS soon.
Red white and blue gluten free waffles from Bedrock Market & Café Memphis TN S.Main
Nikki’s Home Café. Cinnamon sprinkled coffee.
I dreamed about something and I was certain that’s what God was showing me. I was sure of the instructions. So, I did what I saw as I was told. After all, I had confirmation. I’m sure this has happened with your intuition or gut feeling which I believe to be the Holy Spirit within. Well, it turned out not to go as I saw in the dream. I made a mistake as things were running smoothly. I caused the glitch in the plan.
After careful thought and with much delay, I asked for a second chance. Now, I don’t know if I’ll get that opportunity again. I’m still waiting. However, I begin to feel really bad about it all and I said to God, “What if they don’t give me another opportunity?” And it came to me “I have a ram in the bush.” But, I still felt bad. I felt why did I bother asking for another opportunity. And again the voice said to me “You have done your part. It is up to them to do their part. Either way, I have a ram in the bush.”
Yeah, but I thought, maybe this ram, won’t be as good as what I had at first. God speaks “Equal or greater, I’d never give you anything less than what you had before.” But, I just couldn’t get past my feelings and I guess that’s why all I heard in my spirit last week was “I have a ram in the bush.” Well, I’m finally at peace knowing either way, I’ll be well taken care of pertaining to my destiny.
We all make mistakes concerning our destiny. Sometimes, the other party is forgiving and sometimes not. Either way, the the ram in the bush will appear at the moment of sacrifice or when your heart is ready, and not a moment sooner.
Yeah yeah yeah. It’s all fun and games until you go home and your “Hi, honey. I’m home.” is an echo (Hi, honey. I’m HOME HOme Home home). I think honesty with being single is underrated. It’s not the worst thing that could happen of course! Even if you end up spending this life without a significant other or married. But I’ll be frank with you- I don’t like being single. I’m single and happy but, I’m not satisfied with my single status.
Telling the truth when asked about being single is freedom. I don’t have to pretend like I’m okay with it ALL THE TIME because God knows I’m not. It’s no secret to the Universe I don’t want to be single. Does not wanting to be single mean you can’t be happy? NO! And that’s what most people don’t get. They think if you’re not satisfied being single, you must be unhappy with your entire life.
Contraire mon frere. I’m Nikki. I’m not Single. Those two things are separate in my mind. I’m happy with Nikki. I’m not satisfied with single. But until then… I’m chillin’. I’ve had my share of relationships and I know it’s best to be happy alone than to be miserable together.
His Lips to impress meets the press
Of my lips
Getting wasted on an embrace his arms around my hips
Heart beats in Morris code It was everything I wonderfully feared
In the heat of the moment our hearts were forever seared
The best graduation gift you could give your child is the gift of letting them be what they want to be and not what you want them to be. I mean, haven’t we learned from the movies and real stories of others? The tragedy of you wanting them to be what YOU THINK they would be good at or what would be a SAFE BET to bring them financial gain or worse, what you wanted to be but never did achieve.
Take it from a victim of this. Even if it comes out of concern, you’re destroying someone’s dream. Your child’s dream. You’re creating insecurity and fear and self doubt, pushing them into a life long career that they will hate or despise the rest of their lives. Unless they wake up 20 years later and say I hate this! I’m going to Africa or I’m opening the flower shop I always wanted to open. Or worse, they’ll quit mid semester and wonder aimlessly from job to job trying to figure out what to do. Anything but what you told them not to do or be. Hopefully, they discover they should just be that!
Give your child the gift to choose their path and then give them another gift of unwavering support as they navigate the waters of adulthood. They’ll change their minds several times but don’t you waver in your support. Just guide if they get too far off course but never push them out the way and steer their ship of dreams.
Sunday Morning Musing With Coffee 🍵
P.S. IT’S NOT TOO LATE TO CALL AND TELL THEM YOU WERE WRONG. THEY SHOULD BE WHAT THEY DESIRE IN THEIR HEART TO BE!
It takes you about 12 years to realize you’ve been preprogrammed by your parents, environment, religion, and society. Some of us wake up startled and angry. For others it’s a “coming to yourself” and we sit and ponder.
No, I don’t like pink. No, I don’t want to wear my hair like you wear your hair. No, I don’t want to be a teacher, doctor, work on this crazy job, anymore. No, I don’t necessarily believe someone’s going to literally burn in a pit of fire 🔥 because they didn’t believe what I was raised to believe. No, I don’t think I have to choose classical music over hip hop but, I can like them both. And as a matter of fact, I do not like green eggs and ham. I do not like them Sam I am!!!!!
Whether you’re in your mid 30’s switching gears or early 60’s getting a divorce, it’s obvious for this final act YOU WILL NOW DO YOU. YOU WILL NOW DO AND BE WHATEVER THE HELL YOU WANT AND OTHERS CAN GET WITH IT, OR GET GONE. You’re going to say what you really think and what you really feel without being a jerk but, oh your going to stand firmly in your core beliefs. You’re not nodding your head with the masses but, in your heart yelling no! And if the teacher calls on you, you’re done giving textbook answers.
I know blue doesn’t bring out your eyes out but, you love blue!!!! I know, they think you’re crazy at this age, with all of those degrees and now you want to open up a consignment shop. They are right. You’re crazy enough to FINALLY DO YOU. Look at all of the people around you that have done what they wanted to do. They were no more special than you. They too were not all in their 20’s. They too were called nuts 🔩 and bananas. Plus, you’ve got plenty of company.
It’s high time you answer the call on the inside of you. After all, it’s not calling “them” it’s calling YOU.
~Nikki, From Saturday Morning Musings with Coffee 🍵
I am a coffee connoisseur. I don’t just drink coffee for the heck of it. It’s a ritual. Every one of us need some sort of morning routine before the busyness of the day unfolds. It gives us a sense of grounding. Coffee in the morning is a part of my “ME” time. After I open my eyes, give thanks, pray and get ready for the day, coffee and I watch the news. If it’s the weekend and I’m in my pajamas it’s usually reflection time. Hence my Saturday and Sunday Musings with coffee blogs. Coffee is a gathering of self for me. I’m always ready and willing to try different coffee from around the world and from local brewers. I’ve had geisha coffee in Panama. I’ve had Panama coffee. I’ve had coffee from Columbia in South Beach that was so strong it had me shaking after a few sips! They add a piece of chocolate 🍫 to the coffee. Anyways, it’s morning and I’m brewing a cup of my regular house brand. It’s the French Roast. I’m going to start a coffee review and information category under this blog. I’m going to call it COFFEE CONNOISSEUR.