Coincidental Conscious and Coffee

by In All Our Years

Some years ago, I was flying to Europe and had just picked up the book “In the Heart of the Sea”. I was barely into the first chapter when I look out the window and see the Island of Nantucket, which was, coincidentally the initial setting of the novel. I smiled, looked down at the island in its entirety, imagining it those many years ago, and continued reading. It was a great read.

During my morning reading and after some initial caffeination, I find my way to the mining town of Starbo nestled in the Cascades of Mount Rainier. The name of the mining town inspired one of the founders of Starbucks to name the company after the character in the novel Moby Dick. The author of Moby Dick, Herman Melville, pulled the name from one of the founding families of Nantucket, also a prominent whaling family on the island, the Starbucks. The Starbuck family gained notoriety due their discovery of various islands in the Pacific Ocean. Coincidentally, I now live on an Island in the Pacific Ocean and on occasion, drink a Starbucks Coffee.

This is all very interesting to me and fun to know where the name of the coffee company Starbucks came from, but I think I’m starting to see a pattern here. I continue to find myself in, near or around the stomping grounds of my favorite writers, either directly or indirectly while enjoying coffee. Jack Kerouac from Lowell, MA, my University town and home state. Robert Frost with roots in San Francisco and New England. Earnest Hemingway who had settled in Valencia Spain for a while, a place of business for me. Henry David Thoreau from Concord MA. Edgar Allan Poe, Boston, MA. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Portland, ME. Charles Darwin, famous for is visit to the Galapagos Islands, the setting of a book of mine.

I imagine if I were to pursue these coincidental parallels further to places I have lived or been I would see similarities. Perhaps each of us could find similar parallels to our interests and people from the past, which leads me to believe that through some network of chance or deliberate planning, we continue to explore the world, but more importantly and perhaps, share the conscious we have within us with those who have come, gone and returned.

Sadly, my coffee cup contains only enough of water and stimulant left to cling to the side of the cup, as I tip it completely upside down and try to retrieve it. Perhaps a two cup day is on my horizon after all.