Coral’s Healing Room at 505-269-9242 I rise early. I go to bed early. If you need me, I will make myself available to you.

Morning coffee with Coral…

Happy Wednesday morning everyone! I hope you are warm and cozy, getting up and ready to start your day.

I can picture you, with your tired and groggy eyes, stumbling towards the coffee pot. You look nothing like you will here in an hour or two, as you head out into the world.

There will be a transformation of sorts and when you imerge today, you will look much different than the person I just bumped into,in the kitchen.

So before you start getting ready and pour yourself into your adulting clothes, maybe we could just spend the next hour or so together, just you and I. I would really like that.

I am also still in my cozies and wiping the sleep from my own eyes, stumbling for the coffee pot and ready for our morning together.

What a wonderful way to start my day, here with you. Truly, how long has it been, since we just sat together, you and I? It seems like it has been lifetimes, doesn’t it?

No bother. We are here now and it is as though no time has elapsed at all. You look amazing! Truly, my favorite thing is seeing you, first thing, before you go out into the world, before you suit up…when you are you, raw and uncensored…vulnerable and real and open…your hair all messed up and the sheet lines still on your face…cuddled up in your robe with just your coffee cup visible…

You look the most amazing to me when you are the most you! You clean up nice…that goes without question…and I still like you best , just how you are right now.

Isn’t this grand? We can talk about anything we want for the next hour…anything at all. We don’t have to even think about work right now, even though I know you are…let’s put that somewhere else for the next hour or so…

Hey, let’s talk about the last time we had coffee together….wow, has it really been that long? You’re right…it has been such a long time ago…

I am so glad we are doing this! I can’t help but wonder, what if our last cup of coffee together, really was our last cup of coffee together? Maybe we didn’t know it on that day…and yet, our last everything kind of came by surprise to me…

I always thought that we would have forever together, you and I. The last time we had coffee, I never imagined that we would never, ever sit together again, and have coffee and beautiful conversation. Did you know? I mean, did you see this all coming and just not tell me? I did not know…I had no idea, that our last coffee was our last coffee…

There are a few of you that I cannot have coffee with anymore, other than like this, in the stories that I write, to bring you here with me.

Mom…did you know that our last cup of coffee together, was to be our last cup of coffee, ever together? Over our lifetimes, we had countless cups of coffee together, coupled by the most amazing conversations…we solved world issues and went on tremendous adventures…spilled our hearts and souls, with nothing between us, other than two cups of coffee.

And you…do you remember our last cup of coffee together? We were laughing, weren’t we? Hungover and groggy as fuck…no sleep and off to work in three hours…and we drank some fucking coffee, didn’t we?

And I didn’t forget about you either, we used to meet frequently for coffee and to catch up with one another, didn’t we? Seeing your face this morning made my whole day beautiful…truly, thank you. Maybe we can meet up again sometime soon and catch up? You’ll call me?

You really thought that I would ever forget about you? Not a fucking chance! Of course I remember our last cup of coffee together…you were naked! (I’m just fucking with you, back in those days, I didn’t drink coffee with naked people, or did I? Anyway…no matter…)

And you ladies…I remember all of you…and the countless times I served you coffee…with Bailey’s of course, at my Mom’s Red Hat Shindigs that she loved so much…that you all loved so much…you ladies look so beautiful this morning! Without your red hats, groggy and tired and sitting here with me reminiscing…laughing and remembering. Thank you for being here with me today!

And you, you crazy fucker! You told me that coffee would sober me up, if I drank two coffees to every beer, and I did! Fuck…I broke the seal that night and I have never peed so much in my fucking life! Drunk…drunk…caffeine…Fuck! I clearly see it now, I did your equation backwards…maybe that is why it did not work….

And you thought I didn’t remember our coffee? Of course I do my sweet…the coffee that was already paid for when I drove up to the window at Starbucks that morning…I remember you all the time. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. You had no way of knowing and I truthfully never thought I would see you again, so I am so glad you are here so I can tell you now…The day you paid it forward, was the same day that I found out my Mom was dying and I couldn’t gather my composure enough to walk inside, so I hit the drive thu…and you had paid for my coffee. You saved me that day, in that moment, with that cup of coffee, because I needed some love, some undeniable, indisputable love…you gave that to me in that day, with that cup of coffee. Thank you for seeing me.

And you make me coffee every week at your home when I come to work in your beloved companion…I cherish those moments with you. I really, really do. Thank you.

And you, you called and asked me to meet you in the Starbucks parking lot for a hug, and I did. No coffee that day…just some amazing and much needed, on both sides, hugs and love…so, so much love.

You always said the same thing to me…”You fly…I’ll buy”…and fly I always did, didn’t I? I think you just didn’t like to have to sit there for twenty minutes ordering your crazy ass drink, so you sent me and bought my black coffee. I had your number all along my friend…and hey, thank you for the coffee and all of the amazing memories!

And you…you’re waiting for me on the couch, aren’t you? I hear you stirring around in there…I’m coming…just give me a few more moments here my love…

Thank you so much for being here with me this morning, for sharing morning coffee with me, once again. I have fucking missed you! Did you know that, that I have missed you so, so much? Well, I have…I have missed you so, so much.

Maybe you are missing someone too? Hey, why don’t you pick up the phone today and invite them to coffee? No text…no email…call them! Pick up your phone and dial their number…let them hear your voice…let you hear their voice…Not today…okay…how about you pay it forward, randomly today, just one cup of coffee?

Do it for you! I am telling you…nothing tastes as good as coffee with someone you miss, over conversation about things that you cannot possibly talk about with anyone else…love yourself enough today to go and make that call…you know, the one you have wanted to make for years, and been afraid to, been too busy to…been too proud to…

BE THE CHANGE my friends and let’s go make some space for all of the good things coming, shall we?



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