I got the milk right in the latte that I just made. While pouring the milk very deliberately and delicately, I realized that it was an act of love and respect. I felt my eyes go wide, my heart start beating faster and my heart swell. I understand now the tea rituals of asian societies and the romantic words of baristas whom I’d learned, via videos, from. They spoke of respect for the coffee, and while at the time that sounded a little silly, I get it now.
I feel like I’ve learned that care in any task can transcend the feeling of a job well done and become love for the thing that you create. I’m fascinated by the potential that mundane activities have for such profound experiences.
