This is the first Saturday morning when I have nothing to do. No books to read, no research papers to write, no projects to finish. Still, I come to La Tasse Verte with a thick beautiful book borrowed from the local library. Reading for pleasure.

The central library in Montreal has a months-long waiting list for this book. In my local library, I just took it off the shelf, no one else wanted it. You gotta love living in the suburbs.

At this hour of this day, when most school-year activities are already paused, there are only women in the cafe. All of them are a generation or two older than me. The coffee is good, but the place is not hipstery like the ones I frequent in Montreal. Often they play good music, but this morning it’s just Christmas songs. I snap myself out of my journey to Makatea back to Sant-Bruno and try to tune in into the energy of here and now. I haven’t forgotten that Saint-Bruno, a little Canadian town on the outskirts of Montreal, sleepy and covered in snow, is just as exotic as any tropical island. It all depends on where you come from.

Older ladies drink their coffee.

I marvel at the simplicity of it. Older ladies drink their coffee. That’s all they do. to an outside observer, this may be a perfect example of nothing happening. But once you decide to participate, you understand how much is going on: the silence, the stillness, the space where memories are remembered, thoughts are thought, glances are exchanged and invisible connections are created and recreated in an endless dance of life.

When a spider weaves her web the web becomes her and she becomes it. When you choose to feel the web of endless energy flowing between the interconnected beings, entanglement becomes the only logical choice.