The Six Arts: The Six Arts of the Confucian Gentleman-Ceremonies, Music, Archery, Carriage-driving, Writing and Mathematics
The coffee maker was set the night before its green ready light was standing sentry over the dark kitchen much like the old weathered lighthouse along the Oregon coast, pulsating across the hammering cold waves, and a guide to exhausted northwest fisherman.
Mine is a dim but key guide illuminating the path through a maze of tossed shoes, cat toys and the occasional slime-like hairball waiting to surprise my bare feet. My late evening treks are given comfort by that light, its just knowing that it was there.
“Knowing that it was there.” a term of comfort and familiarity, it’s the thought that things won’t change that gives you warmth.
It’s been just this side of thirty-seven years, and when the coffee maker light turned from green to red filling the small house with the smell of the delicious caffeine brew, along with that wonderful smell, there is the realization that there was no job waiting for me to fill the day.
This day will end like any other by filling the container with coffee and then water (you don’t take a chance on changing the order of things)…and I’m thinking “Carriage-driver”!