The Green Sage: Enlightenment Through Tea, Scones, And Compost
“You can’t get a cup of tea big enough
or a book long enough to suit me.”
– C. S. Lewis
I’m sitting in The Green Sage Coffeehouse and Café, which is our most recent office. Nick and I worked at Waking Life Hand Brewed Coffee and Espresso in West Asheville, otherwise known as the Zen coffee shop, for a month or two prior to this. Waking Life has an austere atmosphere, and you should never head there if you want to “run in” for a quick cup of coffee. Hand brewed coffee takes a while.
But, we’ve moved to The Green Sage, and I think it suits us.
The Green Sage is downtown, and that gives us access to a ton of other things throughout the day. We park in the BB&T garage because it has a $5 flat rate, and we tend to be here for hours. The parking attendant knows us well, and this morning, he told us that he is going to try to negotiate some sort of monthly rate for us. I feel special.
The Green Sage is also a restaurant, and in true Asheville style, everything on the menu is labeled organic or vegan or gluten-free. The coffee is good, plus they have an assortment of teas and a giant industrial juicer that looks like a spaceship.
I’m drinking Earl Greater Grey tea right now. It makes me feel British, and Nick and I decided that being more British probably makes us smarter.
I like being smarter.
We’re sitting at a small table next to a wall of giant windows. It looks exceptionally windy outside. The trees and bushes at the building next door are being whipped around. The group of men in business suits that just walked by had their ties flying over their shoulders.
I’m staring up at the windows of the 15-or-so story building across the street noting the rows of cubicles and fluorescent lights, and I am glad I here working at The Green Sage. Instead of fluorescent lights, there are star-shaped lanterns and a bicycle hanging from the ceiling. The wall in front of me has photos from the “Abstract Appalachians” 8th annual juried nature photography show. Behind me is the “trash,” which is actually an entire cabinet with four holes for sorting compost, bottles and cans, newspaper, and landfill items. The wall next to the bathrooms has no less than 10 flyers for yoga, drumming, Buddhism, meditation and women’s empowerment. I think of this place as Upscale Hippie.
The Green Sage also lends itself to conversations more than Waking Life does. Waking Life has that library quality to it where you almost feel embarrassed to open your mouth. The owner and the other baristas are quite friendly and talkative, but the patrons always seem too serious. Maybe hand brewed coffee discourages fun. The Green Sage has plenty of people working on laptops, but it is filled with the sounds of clinking dishes, laughter, and engaging discussions.
I always wonder what the people at the next table think about our conversations. Today, Nick and I went from non-Euclidean geometry to police officers to weightlifting to the definition of masculinity.
The Green Sage seems like the perfect place to read, write, talk, and eat scones.
Scones are British, so I’m sure they make us smarter too.