My Life in Words
My Life in Words
Yum, I can smell it.
Dave, the coffee roaster, thought the Sumatra blend matched the coffee I had been drinking at home, and the cup he served me was smooth. I drank it black which I would never do otherwise—just think, I thought, how this will be with cream.
So, I bought five pounds of whole beans they had roasted that morning.
That’s how they sell their coffee, in five-pound batches, roasted according to order the morning the customer plans to pick it up.
My Chiropractor told me Eclipse coffee was the best, so I decided to check it out.
The coffee warehouse was a cool out of the way place where Dave was fun, where burlap bags of coffee were stacked higher than my head, and where they write out an invoice, keep a carbon copy, and that’s their bookkeeping system. They do not take credit cards, the only means of payment I had in my purse.
Dave said, “Take the coffee and just drop off a check.”
Don’t you love it?!
I had planned to sell coffee on a website. The trouble is since I can’t say “It’s the best,” I’m not selling it. I still like Peets Home Blend whole beans I grind at home better, and now I’m stuck with a five-pound bag of coffee in my refrigerator.
I wish I had tried The Tsunami Blend as it sounds more to my liking.
There are many stories regarding the origin of the drink we call coffee. One involved a Moroccan Sufi mystic. While traveling in Ethiopia, he noticed birds with unusual vitality. He decided to try eating the berries they were eating, and experienced the same vitality.
Another story was a man named, Omar, who was known for curing the sick. He was, however, exiled to a cave in the desert. (A great thanks for being a healer.)
Poor Omar was starving and decided to chew some berries he found on nearby shrubbery. Whoa, they were bitter. He roasted the beans to improve their flavor, but they were hard, so he boiled the beans in water to soften them. The boiling of the beans produced a fragrant brown liquid that he drank, and that liquid sustained him for days.
When stories reached his home village of this “miracle drug,” the elders asked Omar to return home where he was sainted.
Were you looking up coffee on the Internet when you found this site?
Did you want to know about coffee, or did I push it on you?
I am wondering what people search for, if they are precise in their search, or do they go stumbling in search for something that sparks their attention?
Both I guess. Jon Morrow, on #ProBlogger, says to search Google, find what people want, and write about that.
See why I’m not a pro blogger.
Last night I noticed a bag of magazines in the truck. My daughter said she got them from a client, and that she wanted to make a Vision Board from the pictures, quotes and such, she could find in that stash of publications.
A Vision Board is a collage of items you want, wish you had, or are just fun to contemplate. It is a meditation of sorts, an affirmation to keep your mind focused, and to program your subconscious mind to go for its dream.
Daughter said, “I can search the Internet, find what I want and print it out, but it’s more fun to search the magazines.”
I agreed. We are hunters/gathers by nature. It’s fun to search and discover things we never dreamed we wanted, oh, or finding those coffee berries we didn’t know existed.
Last Saturday Daughter number two and I were driving away from Chevy’s Mexican restaurant in Portland Oregon when I asked that question.
“I have a problem believing my book will sell, “ I continued, maneuvering the Prius onto an already full freeway. “We have a guardian at the door of our subconscious, and when we say something like, “I’m going to sell a million books,” the guardian throws it out.
“The voice in our head says, ‘What makes you think that? You’ve never sold many before.’
“Every time we try to get past the guardian, he counters our request.
“’You can’t do that. You don’t have a great following. Your platform sucks, people don’t need and don’t want another book. Besides people don’t read books anymore. And they have better things to do with their money.’”
What an obnoxious guardian!
I know the first line of receiving is believing that it’s possible. But, we ask, “How do we believe in the face of conflicting evidence?”
Wise daughter countered: “Maybe you should treat the Guardian like a water purifying system salesman.
“’I don’t want a water purifier,’ you say.”
“Just let me show you this one.”
“I don’t need a purifying system. “
“’Oh, you’ll like this one, and I need the experience explaining it. It’s only take a minute.’”
“I don’t have a minute.’”
“’Okay, half a minute.’”
“Just don’t take no for an answer,” she says.
“Wow, what a concept, that just might work.”
Beat the Guardian at his own game.
We started laughing and remembering another time at a Chevy’s restaurant. We were in Rancho Santa Fe, California.
Yes, I know much is accomplished with a glad heart, and not having a charge on a request makes it easy to receive. When we really really really want something, the Guardian comes out dressed in full battle regalia.
That day in Rancho Santa Fe, having completed our meal, and with glad hearts, we sat looking out a restaurant window talking about manifesting. Daughter dear had been testing the concept of manifesting, that is putting out a request, meditating on it, then waiting for it to show up. She had asked to see a purple bear.
Within a day she saw a purple bear sticker on the bumper of a car.
“Chances are,” I said, (I sound like the Guardian here), “we couldn’t manifest a train here for there are no tracks.
Not a minute later, a big truck stopped for a traffic light and was sitting right outside our window. A huge tan tarp covered the back portion of the truck. The tarp was taunt, and neatly ratcheted.
On the side of that tarp written in big capital letters was one word: “TRANE.”
That bowled us over, and it has given us a glad heart and a giggle every time we think of it.
Believe anything is possible.
P.S. Regarding Salespeople:
The ones that attempt to sell you inferior merchandise, at an exorbitant price, something you don’t need and didn’t want are con-artists.
A true salesperson will assist you in the purchase of something you do want, or maybe give you reasons why you ought to have it, and push you a little for as a buyer we can always put off a purchase. “Tomorrow,” we say, and we leave without the very thing we were looking for. We lost, and so did the salesperson.
Think of it this way: You want a car, you need a car, and you are looking for a car. The salesperson wants you to buy from him—since he is in a competitive market, and relying on commissions to pay the bills.
You trust him or her. She is nice; she negotiates a good deal for you, so you buy.
A year later you are still driving your car, it’s in good condition, and you’ve had no trouble with it, but the salesperson, who depended on your commissions to pay the bills, has spent the money and has nothing from your deal to show for it—except still being alive.
Who’s the winner here?
Hey You all,
How about a little help from my friends.
I must sell 200 copies of my book or they will drop me like a S'More too long on the fire.
I’m setting a goal of 200 for one month. That will be June 23.
Find the cheapest book The Frog's Song available, Kindle, physical copy. I don’t care for I’m more interested in book sale numbers than money.
Make sure you get the correct Frog Book, there is one that sells for $135.00.
The Frog's Song by Joyce Davis
I know new books are damn expensive these days, can’t help it, it’s the nature of the printing process.
However, look at it this way:
The Frog’s Song is worth every penny.
It took ten years to hit the shelves!
Ha ha, I love you guys whether you buy or not. People who stop here are the greatest.
'Joyce's travels have taken her beyond the shores of her native continent, but she's back where she started, in Oregon.