Coffee at dawn?

I had a funny moment this morning. Today is midwinter solstice, the shortest day, the point at which the sun being furthest from us begins its' return. In Glastonbury this is a big deal, with so many within the community wishing to honour the day and the seasonal rythm. With a dawn ceremony scheduled, I dropped into the main house to collect housemates. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee met me as I stepped through the door. In a reguar household, this would be a sign to continue in and perhaps share a breakfast beverage. In a raw household however, it can mean only one thing - coffee enema. I tiptoed quietly back to my annex and had a quiet giggle.