I know. “Salt in my Coffee”. Weird blog name, eh?
I have to admit, I don’t even put salt in my coffee. Not intentionally anyway. (Although I have it on good authority that my great-grandmother used to!) This blog actually started a few years ago, when Dan and I were living aboard our 26ft sailboat. Her name was Serenity, and it was a pretty magical time in our lives. We’d both had more than enough of working for people we didn’t like, at jobs we could barely stand…so we quit our jobs, sold everything, and bought a sailboat. Then we learned to sail. From a book, mind you. My dear husband had never even set foot aboard a sailing vessel before the day we launched Serenity, and sailed over to our new home in the waters off Martha’s Vineyard.
Let’s be honest. There were plenty of less-than-magical moments, with two grown humans and 74lb golden retriever sharing a teeny-tiny amount of square footage below-decks. There were wet nights and rough mornings. But there was a freedom and glory to all that made us feel really, truly alive, and that was priceless. And there was coffee. Good french press coffee, brewed on our tiny two-burner stove, and sipped in unparalleled peace out on the deck. Even on a calm morning, a hint of salty brine made its way into each cup…but it was grand. Nothing wrong with a little salt in my coffee, I quickly found out.
We sold that darling boat when Isabel came along, and we made the move to Maine. I haven’t tasted a salty cup in a coon’s age. But the blog name still holds meaning for me, so I haven’t changed it. I think of it as a reminder to live mindfully -relishing the unexpected nuances of life’s moments, and carving out time to sip slowly in a world that’s going by way too fast.