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I am in a familiar cafe, it is not that I have regularly frequented it, but that the cook and barista treat every patron as a regular. You gain a sense of community sitting in a place like this. I have learned how important it is to sit in a place you can walk to, a place you pass by on the bus everyday. It is important to wake up early on a Saturday and read - to be among others who also find the value of closely chancing the sun. We sit at our own tables, aware of each other and what we are reading but not what we are thinking. It is the simple practice of transperency and boundaries.

It is these moments that I crave creativity that springs from a deep sense of rest. The rest that comes from a sleepy Saturday morning seems more healing than doses of medicine or herbal remedies. This is the rest we were made for. When we find this rest in our souls does it change us? Or is it just a matter of letting what is in us be exposed?

How do I feed this creativity that eats at me? How do I make a living from the fragance that is inside? For some reason I have an idea that I am not allowed to use this fragance the way it was intended. It is not how the world works yet it is how we are intended to work.

But it is this familiar cafe that allows me to be creative. It allows me to rest - as if it is a part from the world but connected to the community that pushes me along.