Tag: coffee

  • Day 38 – another perfect day

    Meditation Day 14 – 0
    Day 23

    I write this love letter to new feelings and experiences in familiar places.

    To discovering old places, I had forgotten about. Last night, as I come back from 신사동 after battling to turn on the TV, working on my laptop that I brought (good job, you!). On the way back, to get to 90 minutes of exercise, I keep on walking to find Han River. At 87 minutes, tomorrow arrives and I start over. People are walking, jogging, riding bikes, scooters, practicing golf swings and walking their dogs. I had forgotten about the river. I sit down in one of the exercise areas to stretch my legs and check up on Catherine in the USA. It’s 8:08am at Coachella. I tell her, “I’m walking South African hours.”

    To meeting new people.

    I walk back to the coworking and co-living space to find four people working. It’s uncanny to find people like me. Remote workers working non Korean hours.

    “Hi, I’m Martin. What’s your name? I’m Half Cantonese. Half Korean. It’s the worst of both. Koreans are so vain. Cantonese are known for dim sum and finance only.”

    “You’re double goodness, not half and half.”
    “I’ve never been told that. Maybe it’s too much. I have a big ego”

    He works in healthcare start up providing consolidated patient care. Working California hours.

    I ask him my favorite question, ‘what have you done lately to make yourself happy?’

    “You go first”
    “I just walked the han river, that was really cool.”
    “I came to the coworking space.”

    I excuse myself to start my work. Before wrapping up, a girl across from the desks comes over to introduce herself. “Hi, I am Rina. I just arrived from Japan.”

    She exports Japanese crafts overseas. Recently started working for government, a prerequisite to start a curated tourism business.

    We exchange Instagram handle, and I tell her she should visit Cape Town.
    “Wait, they speak English in South Africa?”
    “Yes!”
    “Then I will definitely come and visit”

    To the first sip I take, my heart jumps with joy. Almond ice latte, strong and smooth. My first café experience, as I sit here, arriving half hour too early before meeting my cousin. Write with words printed on the outside of my umbrella I just bought, onto these pages.

    As I look away from the laptop, the barista catches my eye. “Do you need anything?”

    “커피 너무 맛있어요! (This coffee tastes so good!)”
    “감사합니다” 활짝 웃으며 배꼽인사 해주신다.

    To my cousin for his generosity.
    I message him: Do you want coffee? Do you want to have lunch before we start? 커피 마실래? 점심 먹을래?
    Him: Just come up. 그냥 와.

    I’m grateful for my family for making time for me.
    I’m grateful for having work that keeps me engaged and accountable to work into the night. To have health stress to keep myself upright.
    Another perfect day wrapped in gratitude with sun spilling all over. The practice of finding joy wherever I go, whatever I do is paying off.

  • Day 31 – turn on the heat

    Meditation day 7 – 1 hour with the rising sun. 1 hour with the night.
    Day 16?

    You cannot boil water if you continue to turn off the flame.

    And so, I decided to continue to keep the water warm. Soon enough, the heat will rise to 100 degrees celcius. Thereafter, I will continue to add the sensible heat, to become superheated. Reaching critical point. Changing state from liquid to gas, and beyond. Yesterday, I meditated for two hours. This morning, for one hour.

    Tuesday walk on a Wednesday with Georgie. Ten years ago, you answered a Gumtree ad for a flatmate in Morningside. You came over and checked out my place. “I don’t want to live with you but I think we can be friends.” Finding each other in similar cities and places, you’ve been a caring and considerate friend. Inviting me to your family’s home for Christmas Olympics. Driving me back from the hospital after surgery. Checking out my current place as if it were your own.

    You tell me about a podcast you recently listened to. Diary of a CEO. I like how calm he is, you say.

    Steve Bartlett? Me too.

    Which podcast?

    Martha Beck.

    Of course. I listened to her, and she’s the one who got me started on the importance of telling no more lies.

    Then you tell me how you found it fastinating. What in particular, I ask. The need to create. Disconnect from the mind to create with your body. Go back to senses. I nod in understanding. I remind her.

    You’ve always been creative. You’re the one who recommended that I take a painting class. To feel the different textures of plants. Walk barefoot on soft green grass. You are the embodiment of creativity.

    Ha, I didn’t realize that.

    This is why we need to have lifelong witnesses of our lives. I keep my little sister updated in what’s happening with me, even if I don’t need her counsel. So that she can be on the same journey with me. If I go astray, she’ll yell at me to get back on my path. This isn’t you, she’ll tell me. You have gone too far. You have not done enough. Or you’ve done enough. I’m proud of you. I see how you are growing.

    But don’t you find it’s hard to stay in touch with everyone?

    Sure.

    Especially in Sea Point, where everyone is always visiting?

    Yes. As long as we are intentional, I think we can stay in touch. We make time for what matters. I want to live a deliberate and intentional life. I choose to continue to keep the flame of our friendship going.

    Georgie is the one who told me to go back to my monkey ways. Hang on the bar as long as you can. Yesterday, I held on for 90 seconds. Today, you show me the upside hang. You’re so fun. Super light.

    Thanks for my cup of coffee from Bootleggers. XS. Without looking at the letters, one may mistake the word for excess. We are tiny in frame, strolling along the promenade, hanging out like monkeys, sipping our coffees.

    Thanks for being my friend. With you, my life is bouncier.

    And like that, day 31 is done. Another prime number.

    The critical point is the temperature and pressure where the liquid and gas phases of a substance become indistinguishable.