It’s almost 6:00pm, and I’ve been sitting here at the Waterfront Coffee Company in Edmonds for the past three hours. It has become a new favorite reading place for me. The baristas are nice and conversational. The atmosphere is relaxed and open to all walks of life that enter through the door. The songs playing through the speakers are upbeat, and I oftentimes find my foot tapping to the tunes as I read and write. The books I brought with me today are Homer’s Iliad and Robert McDowell’s Poetry as Spiritual Practice. For the sake of being disciplined, I denied myself the pleasure of learning about the spiritual practice of poetry until I had read two books of the Iliad, which I realize, ironically, is poetry itself.
After staring at the menu for a minute or so, I went ahead and ordered the default drink I order at every coffee shop I visit; a tall hazelnut latte. I was even able to get my drink in a mug! The drink was made, and the foam on top was all swirly and delightful, I did not want to disturb it. I took a cautious first sip. Yep, it was delicious. Now I could read Homer and really enjoy it. 
I sipped away at my hazelnut latte, all the while reading about the various battles between the “flowing haired Achaians” and the Trojans, turning page after page, and found myself quite thankful for each sip of hazelnut latte I would treat myself to after each page I completed.
This got me thinking: “God, you didn’t have to create hazelnuts. You didn’t even have to create milk, or espresso, or the human capacity to know what to do with all of these individual ingredients. But you did.
Thank you for that. Thank you, Lord, for giving me a pleasant afternoon of Homer and Hazelnuts.
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