Names, coffee and self acceptance


In the coffee break of my Corporations and partnerships law lecture yesterday, a friend and I quickly ducked out to get sufficiently caffeinated to prevent drooling on the desk in the second half of the lecture.

We went to one of the most established coffee shops in freo- Moore and Moore, because it was close and guaranteed to get us the fix we needed. Moore and Moore is somewhat of an institution in the Fremantle coffee scene โ€“ it is renowned for itโ€™s jazz music, itโ€™s filthy dirty chai late (which is pretty much the king of all warm milk based beverages), in house art gallery and overall incredibly freo vibes.

As I ordered my standard Capp with 2 sugars, the girl behind the counter asked for my name. Having an unusual name which people (at least where I am from) donโ€™t come across everyday often presents challenges when ordering coffee. People mispronounce my name, donโ€™t understand what it is, ask why I have my name, write it down wrong and I almost feel bad for the awkwardness and confusion I cause for the unsuspecting barista.. In fact ordering coffee has come to resemble a kind of ordeal. Continue reading

travel journal excerpt – nepal

While I was cleaning out my room today I happened across a wall hanging I picked up somewhere in Nepal.The wall hanging has a quote from the Dalai Lama

Every day, think as you wake up, today I am fortunate to be alive, I have a precious human life, I am not going to waste it. I am going to use all my energies to develop myself, to expand my heart out to others; to achieve enlightenment for the benefit of all beings. I am going to have kind thoughts towards others, I am not going to get angry or think badly about others. I am going to benefit others as much as I can.

This find inspired me to open up my Nepal travel journal, what I found was quite a powerful entry! Please excuse the kind of new-age hippy vibe – i was about 19 when i wrote this. I hung it up on my window to remind me of that trip and what I gained from it spiritually.

Tuesday 5th of Feb 2013

We are sitting in a cafe called Moondance wearing our ugly beanies and our ridiculously puffy ski jackets,, but getting stared at as if we are either Mirranda Kirr or wearing our bathers. Which is borderline flattering, but a little scary too.

I am drinking my coffee black and we are both re-evaluating our lives and spirituality,

Yesterday I brought a wall hanging with the quote from the dalai lamaย about ‘A precious human life’. This quote kind of sums up our experience in Nepal so far.

Since we have arrived in this very interesting country we are had a realisation of just how precious and fragile human life is and can be.

Although we have only been here for two days I already appreciate my life back home and both C and I feel very lucky that we have been blessed with the countless abundance of opportunities that have been part of our privileged Western upbringing.

People say a visit to the third world changes you. When you hear someone say this when you are at home in the comfort of your own bubble, perhaps you roll your eyes or accuse them of being some new age idealistic hemp loving tree hugging hippy. Continue reading