Café Crem

Art, Music and Words around The Coffee Table

Happy Earth Day!

Hello everyone! It’s hard to believe it’s been a whole year since I first drew my “Butterfly Flower” in honor of Mother Earth. The original idea behind it was based on the “butterfly effect” and Chaos Theory, the idea that one butterfly could eventually have a far-reaching ripple effect on subsequent historic events. The flower is my representation of the Flower of Life, a sacred geometric shape found in all major religions of the world. I want everyone to know that each and every one of us, through our loving creative thoughts, has the power to create the vibrations that will heal our planet.

Cafe Crem is the place where I feel most connected with this world. The creative interaction here from friends all over the planet feels strong, and always warms my heart.

Thank you, everyone, and have a beautiful day, in honor of our Earth!
Peace and love,
Shelley

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April 22, 2009 Posted by | Art, drawing, friends, God in our life, life, love, Shelley's Creations | , , , , | 7 Comments

Coffee Love 300

Do you measure time by how much coffee is left in your cup? Do you know it’s time to eat something after you’ve had your 3rd cup of coffee?

It seems like it’s been 300 cups of coffee since I’ve chatted with my friends here at Cafe Crem, but the coffee love is still strong!

Coffee hugs all around!
~Shelley

April 2, 2009 Posted by | Art, coffee, drawing, friends, love, Shelley's Creations | , , , | 6 Comments

Coffee for an Ex

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Miki's Ski Coffee Cup

Monday, time again to have some coffee together here!

I have ordered this cup from my friends from The Bay Attic for a very special and very personal occasion.

As I left Germany some years ago, according to my everlasting habits, I went away leaving behind me most of my personal stuff, things like books, CDs, paintings, clothes, bicycle, skis, etc…  well I am normally not so much attached to “things”, and even less to “past things”, which might be the reason why I leave them behind when they belong to another part of my life. But there is something which I left behind last time, which I really regretted, and wanted to have back: my last ski suit! I don’t know why I especially love that one, perhaps because of the  happy colours, yellow and orange… perhaps also because it fits me very well, and it is rather difficult for me to find these kind of clothes for my unusual body complexion (please, no, don’t ask details!  🙂  ). And surely too because I loved the time I spent wearing it!

My ex-husband was so kind to send it to me some weeks ago, even twice, as the packet wrongly went back to Germany the first time! To thank him I had this cup featuring one of my sport paintings (ski, of course!) specially designed and  made for him. I sent it today, and I hope he will be happy about it.

But this is not all. Now I have a message to everybody: if it is possible, please try to not to keep too many grievances against former partners. For myself I could never understand how people who loved each other once, so much that they married, could end up hating and fighting one another. I can’t really explain why, but this is something which deeply hurts me. Concerning my ex, he has always behaved in a wonderful way since we divorced, although I certainly didn’t deserve it, at least from his point of view… and I still consider him as my friend, the same way as I always did. It is not always easy, I know, because a divorce is a tough thing for everybody, but with some goodwill, it is often possible!

I hope it is possible for all of you, too, who read this post… but honestly, I doubt it!  🙂

By Miki

March 9, 2009 Posted by | Art, Cafe L'Arte, coffee, family, friends, life, love, men, Miki's Paintings, women | , , , , , | 15 Comments

The Window

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By Miki

February 26, 2009 Posted by | animals, Cafe Literati, death, life, love, men, Miki´s Poetry, personal, poetry, women, writing | , , , , , | 17 Comments

Coffee Love

An early Valentine for my friends at Cafe Crem!

Hugs and kisses 🙂

~Shelley

February 13, 2009 Posted by | Art, Cafe L'Arte, coffee, drawing, friends, love, Shelley's Creations, Valentines | , , , , , , | 3 Comments

Hornet

Hornet

 

The colours spell danger-

Yellow and black in bold stripes,

And the drone like a chainsaw,

Cartoon-ish, exaggerated madly.

An unmistakeable intruder,

Buzzing wildly and bumbling

From window to wall,

Every footfall audible

Like a prehistoric bug

Blundering into our modern room.

And yet, I feel no fear.

This insect, as big as my thumb,

Does not terrify me.

I feel simply wonder and love.

by Viv

February 10, 2009 Posted by | animals, Cafe Literati, life, love, nature, personal, poetry, Viv's Poetry, writing | , , , , , , , | 6 Comments

Madness beckoning

Madness beckoning
 
This way madness does not so much lie,
As recline, like a patient lover awaiting
The inevitable return of the fickle friend,
Knowing that you might not write or call
But you will return downcast and contrite
To the loving arms of one who understands.
Going mad might be like going home
After being long exiled by sanity.
It might be easier than this ceaseless vigil
That watches my thoughts, even idle ones,
And scans them for the wild signs
That presage lunacy, and with the sharp kind blade
Prunes them hard back, cutting away
All hint of disease in hopes that the root
Will put forth healthy growth and blooms
That would not disgrace a Chelsea show.
Not then the strange flowers that fill my dreams,
Weird colours and malformed heads
Nightmarish and compelling in their way
As a car crash or lightning in the night.
Maybe madness is the way for me
To cultivate the crazy blooms of unchained mind
And bring to light some single thought
Never seen before today.
by Viv

 

January 14, 2009 Posted by | health, life, literature, love, personal, poetry, psychology, Viv's Poetry, writing | , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Earthmother

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Earthmother, manqué.

 

Sometimes I find it hard

To resist the growing urge

To cook for the children,

The ten or twelve I never had,

Or cater for the horde

Of hungry friends that once

Came knocking at mealtimes,

Eager for food or fellowship.

The phantom feet still beat

A path at times to my door,

And wait like patient pets

For recognition and relief.

At times like these, I shiver,

And make vast cauldrons

Of hot and bubbling soup

Massive crumbles and pies,

Roast beef, all the trimmings,

And try not to count

The empty chairs around

My waiting, groaning table.

 

January 10, 2009 Posted by | Art, Cafe L'Arte, Cafe Literati, family, food, friends, love, personal, photography, poetry, Viv's Art, Viv's Poetry, women | , , , , , | 3 Comments

Love (2)

I wrote the following poem when a friend of mine was struggling with feelings that were at the time utterly unwelcome; I think we’ve probably all been there….

 

Love (2)

 

Falling in love is much like falling sick:

It wasn’t part of the original plan.

There’s never a right time for it,

But when it happens, there comes

A terrible sense of inevitability,

A point when you can’t put it off

For a single second longer

And you succumb wholeheartedly.

It sometimes sneaks up uninvited

Like a stealthy summer cold.

You kid yourself it’s just pollen

That makes eyes and nose run:

The ache you feel is just overwork,

The heat in your veins merely

A reflection of the searing sun

And the shivers that shake you

Are geese parading over your grave.

But as the symptoms grow

So too does the unwelcome news

That there is nothing you can do

And it must run its true course.

Sometimes you recover, wake

To find the signs have vanished

Much like the glistening morning dew

As the sun warms the new day.

A faint uneasy memory remains

And you bless your luck at escaping,

Getting off so lightly this time.

Other times you toss and turn,

Boil and burn for years on end,

Find no relief, no end, no cure.

You get used to it finally,

Grow to enjoy the constant fever.

You won’t die of this disease,

But at times you might wish to.

Falling in love is much like falling ill,

But it is part of someone’s plan.

It’s timing is never our own,

And what we learn from it

Is both its gift and its curse.

 

by Viv

January 9, 2009 Posted by | Cafe Literati, friends, fun, life, love, personal, poetry, Valentines, Viv's Poetry, writing | , , , , | 5 Comments

Love (1)

  I wrote the following poem some years ago and posted it anonymously on a friend’s blog. He still doesn’t know it was me, but he hoiked it out of the comments box and gave it a post of its own. What alarmed me at the time was the fact that he added a very graphic picture of a young woman who had self harmed by slashing at her arms; the poem was not meant to be about this issue at all but at a subconscious level my friend had picked up certain of my history that meant this was one of the ways he interpretted the poem. I was both impressed and horrified and I never owned up to him! 

In some ways it was intended to be more like John Donne or one of the other metaphysical poets who wrote about the way divine love shaped us, but it came out quite differently.

I feel rather naked about sharing the background to the poem; it somehow makes the whole thing rather more personal….

Love (1)

 

Love wounds us.

Like tribal scars,

Love marks us,

Shows us as new

Initiated beings.

Parallel slashes

Of raised scar tissue

Label us as different.

Love hurts us:

The brief bold cut

Dripping hot blood

Shows us changed,

Reinvented daily.

Only those who share

Our pattern of scarring

Can see and know

The person we have become,

Or see the beauty and power

Of those indelible wounds,

Invisible to those untouched

By Love’s kind blade.

by Viv

January 8, 2009 Posted by | death, God in our life, health, life, love, personal, poetry, psychology, religion, Viv's Poetry, writing | , , , , , , | 7 Comments