My weekly pilgrimage to Andrini’s started because I needed internet. And community. I slung my 7 pound computer onto my back and trekked to the local coffee shop. I wandered through the farmer’s market as they were setting up. I paid my bills and then found some conversations I wanted to join online. I ran into people I knew. I came back the next week. And the week after that. And the week after that. Last week I finally brought money for farmer’s market and brought home copious amounts of basil, among other things. Thank you SLO Grown Produce for the pesto sale.
I have a new genius phone that keeps me connected at home, but I still come. I’m in search of community. I have a tendency to want to hide in my house, but I dream of sitting around coffee (or beer) and talking about the things that matter. Big thoughts and ideas, sometimes I wonder how to make it happen, sometimes I wonder if I’m ready or if I’d like to keep my ideas in the safety of print. Every Saturday, I just keep coming. Wanna come?
Raindrops in the Ocean 
May 05, 2012 @ 12:36:00
I used to watch Cheer’s on TV. Where everyone knows your name. I liked that verse of the song. I want a place where everyone knows my name.
For a season, that was church. Anytime I walked through the door, everyone greeted me and it didn’t matter how i was dressed or talked. I felt welcome. In 2000 we moved to California and it took years to form community. And so far, it mostly happens at Star Bucks. St. Arbucks is what I affectionately refer to it as. This is where I talk to strangers about things worth talking about. God, real estate, writing books, life.
I could ask myself, why can’t I find that in church? But I’m not going to waste my time judging the culture. I just want to visit someplace where people know my name and remember how I like my coffee. There is life by the sea. But you have to leave your apartment to go find it.
Keep writing princess