I may be monopolizing the coffee thread, but at the risk of being obnoxious, I can share another coffee story. Perhaps a weird or caffeinated commentary on my life that so many highlights feature coffee…
A long time ago,there was a thread on SC about coffee (actually, about The Ghaṭīkāra Sutta, but nevermind…) . French pressed coffee, Italian moka pots, Turkish coffee. Many of us weighed in on coffee. Coffee like tar and molasses, and references to Bhante Sujato and strong coffee. Ayya Vimala commented on coffee, as I recall . It was all good craic, as they say. It was a thread that brought all of us close on a happy subject, but we were all so far from each other physically on this globe.
If any of us here feel we’re not connected, or not kalyana-mitta-ish, or just not truly deeply connected in this large and crazy world…I found myself a few weeks ago at Mahapajapati Monastery, with some lovely oily Arabica beans in a new grinder, making French pressed coffee for this great Burmese Bhikkhuni, and standing in the kitchen with our great mutual friend Ayya Vimalā (she’s every bit as smart, interesting and lovely as she seems), and serving this heroic elderly Burmese Abbess a cup of fresh, strong, dark Arabica coffee.
Ayya Vimala and I laughed as we made and served the fresh, pitch dark coffee, remembering the old thread about tar-like coffee, and Bhante Sujato’s coffee preferences, from Sutta Central.
So all of us here are so deeply yet remotely and digitally connected, kalyana-mitta of perhaps a very good sort, and yet in one circumstance, coffee brought a few of us together in a dry and remote desert place, and reminded me of the power and beauty of Sutta Central and the capacity for spiritual friends to find ways to meet and celebrate what is so good with SC, our teachers, and the Dhamma.