Road tripping mood - Bring me back to Durness

Every time I make a coffee now, I remember my cup in my hand in Durness. The wind, so strong, the sound of the waves clashing, the clouds running wild above my head. My cup would warm my salty hands for a few seconds; than the cold would eat us both; me and my coffee. I used to take more than 20 minutes to prepare my morning cup. I used to take it slow. And during the process, I could stand and enjoy every single moment life would offer me; from a tiny drop of rain on my forehead to the cries of the seagulls around. From the rays of the early sun melting like falling stars in the silver sea to the smell of ground coffee.

I have to remember that. I have to remember this awareness Durness offers, and live it in my daily life. As I sit and type this post, I have to focus once more on the present. Being there. Watching life. Smelling it. Embracing its joys and understanding its challenges. While I make my morning coffee.

coffee making with ceramics from Olif ceramics

our car and tent on Durness campsite