I remember the first time I walked into the SchoolHouse coffee shop as if it were this morning. Already intrigued by the architecture (the building is designed to look like a classic school house) the interior felt like a dream! The clean concrete floors made me feel safe. The open cathedral ceiling made me feel welcome and free. The smell of fresh coffee made me feel at home as my mouth began to water. I walked reverently towards the counter and dreamily ordered my favorite drink.
As I waited for my white mocha, I drank in my surroundings. The tables were real wood; a natural maple hardwood. The chairs were a vintage-style sturdy metal with wood trim. The more I studied the chairs, the more they reminded me of the chairs we used at the Art Institute were I went to college.
This association was like a spark in my head that planted an idea in my heart. This was a lovely place for an art class! And my soul whispered “I wish I could teach an art class here”.
It took, two weeks of daily visits and soul whisperings before I finally spoke my wish out loud. I walked in with yet another coworker and began showing her the details of the schoolhouse that had charmed me. I rocked back and forth in anticipation as we waited for our coffee and I watched her take in the atmosphere that captured my heart. And in that magic moment the words slipped out with an excited whisper “I wish I could teach an art class here”. Her eyes lit up as they met mine and she said “Why don’t you?”.