Sunday Morning Coffee

 Every Sunday morning I listen to Sunday Morning Coffee.  It is a music album put together by Chip Davis of Mannheim Steamroller fame.  I just sit here quietly listening while drinking my coffee and smoking my pipe.  I am usually out in the lanai while my wife sleeps in.  For me, at least, it is the best part of the week.  

Not that I don’t have a lot to do during the week, but still Sunday mornings have been special for as long as I can remember.  I bought this album as a CD in the early 90’s but now I listen to it on Spotify.  My favorite track is ‘A Secret Romance’ which for me has always been my Angels.  

One might think I’d be in church on Sunday mornings, but my Angels changed my theology.  I tried church once since the Angels, having gone for about two years.  But every Sunday morning I attended church during that time I asked myself why I was there.  I finally came to the conclusion that if I had to ask myself this question every Sunday morning I didn’t belong there or in any church.

I have visited churches all over the world and decided I can go into any church and belong there, but not for worship.  So, now I talk to my Angels on Sunday mornings and that for me is my worship service.  We went out grocery shopping yesterday and I found that stressful.  It took me a couple of hours to regroup after we came home.  

I can take being out in short bursts, but for me quiet meditation with my pipe and talking to my Angels is best.  I told my wife I know I am different and in a way I blamed my Angels for me being the way I am these days.  Maybe I have my own comfort zone that I don’t like being interrupted.  I know my life in NY will be different from suburban life.  There we are out in the country and I’m disturbed only by the occasional deer that ambles through our back yard.

I have a lot of photos of deer and will take more photos once we get settled in for a few months stay.  When I smoke any aromatic I might have on hand they seem to be attracted to the aroma.  But I know the deer can smell my pipes from miles away if I am on the deck smoking them.  My pipe this morning is my Nording Number 2 pipe and my coffee is Stumptown Holler Mountain.  Thank you for your time and Peace and Love to each one of you.

Papa Chasteen 

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