I'm sitting here -- somewhat restlessly now, considering it's been over 90 minutes -- with my eyes starring at the table in front of me. There's a copy of the Wall Street Journal newspaper and a half cup of coffee sitting gently on the table, beside each other like they belong together. The coffee, however, is already too cold for my liking.
Michel's Bakery Cafe, while located in a mall at the food court, it is in a separate autonomous section that gives you the feeling that you're not in a mall at all -- a respite from the loud and crowded atmopshere at this shopping centre.
This place harbors a special significance for me because I've always brought my friends here for coffee -- where we would devote a hour or so to slow things down from the hustle and bustle of life and reflect on our recent experiences.
Not so much anymore, though.
Haven't been here for awhile, but it feels good being back. After a long day at work, and one in which I felt under the weather, I suddenly feel restored, fortified in a way -- and I don't think it's the coffee.
It's more about finding time alone to deliberately meditate on the day's thoughts, feelings and experiences -- and kicking them around to gather insights and direction. To get away from the battleground and look at things from 10, 000 feet above ground -- to gain a sense of the forest, not just the trees.
