“Hey, I was thinking about you last night!”
Steve is the barista at the nearby coffee shop, “The Global Local”. Steve and Zoe have managed to keep their business going, but have had to layoff staff. EE and I have made their coffee an essential part of our essential grocery shopping forays- it is essential for a number of reasons. Steve is also a pastry chef and some of his pies, muffins, banana bread and my fav a Rhubarb and Apple tart— Gluten Free of course—can turn a good morning into a great morning.
“So,” I asked, “What bought that on?”
“I was watching Chicken Run on the tv last night and thought of you trying to sneak out of the village to drop by for a coffee.” “Have you thought about building an aeroplane?”
It’s stuff like that which builds up a feeling of community, even if in a small way. In a similar fashion EE and I have been sticking close to the local shops and helping to keep them running. Small it might be, but hopefully, we are as they say, “all in it together”.
The Global Local has been a regular weekend midmorning meeting place for a number of our village friends, and it would not be unusual for about a dozen or so to be enjoying, the food, the drink, and the camaraderie of joyful conversation.
So while we all do our doona-hermit thing, there are little glimpses of a life beyond the reality of the moment.
Sitting alone, sipping Steve’s best Cappuccino, I turned to another distraction. Henry Thoreau’s account of two years living at Walden Pond, Walden
I suspect that many of the baby boomers at one time or another read or at least glanced through the book. In my notebook I came across a quote on his work, ““Walden, after all, is a kind of how-to guide, a self-help book for aspiring eremites”, I am regrettably not to sure of the source.
I also suspect that for most readers, his aspiration, he was after all one the early ‘transcendentalists” , hard line would be too much to pursue for a long time. (although, truth be told, I do/did know of a number over the years that threw an attempt at it.) And I also suspect that re-reading it over the years that only the ‘highlights’ were taken on board, and the more difficult thoughts were either misunderstood or ignored, again I speak from experience. 🙂
One quote that was underlined early in my copy is this quote:
I long ago lost a hound, a bay horse, and a turtle-dove, and am still on their trail. Many are the travelers I have spoken concerning them, describing their tracks and what calls they answered to. I have met one or two who have heard the hound, and the tramp of the horse, and even seen the dove disappear behind a cloud, and they seemed as anxious to recover them as if they had lost them themselves.
A mystical, if not metaphorical account. It seems our hounds, horses and doves have indeed flown for the moment. There is talk of what it will take to bring our world back. Perhaps Thoreau was right, we are not the only ones searching for what seems to be lost.
Don’t blame Steve, or his coffee, I managed this all by myself on a cold blustery day.
Good luck to all my fellow doona-hermits and may peace come on healing wings.