I was in the line at Starbucks. The man in front was much older, on his phone reading the news. The young woman behind me was flipping through Facebook. I took a deep inhale of the coffee beans floating through the air. I exhaled pure joy. He looked at me. So I asked, “Do you remember the first time you smelled coffee?” He was taken aback. Then I witnessed the emotions and thoughts coming through. I saw the words before they were shared through his smile.
“Yes. Absolutely. It was in my grandmother’s farm. The world was much simpler then….” His words touched him through deep nostalgia.
I asked the 20-something young woman. She said, “We lived near a coffee shop. My mom always made it a point to take me and my sister on Saturday mornings for treats. The smell was so sweet! We loved those days.” Her eyes sparkled.
There is something so magical about memories. Food, flowers, places, people…they bring us together. They web the fabric of humanity into a giant tapestry of colors. One question opens windows into another’s life. One word can be the key that unlocks Mystical paths.
Ask. Share. Partake in the simple experiences. It’s just so freaking yummy.