Sunday, November 30, 2008

Inspiring Words du Jour

I found a card in a puddle yesterday. I picked it up and turned it over. It was a card from some church retreat, and on one side was written the following:

"God speaks to each of us as God makes us,
Then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are the words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.
Flare up like flame
and make big shadows I can move in.
Let everything happen to you; beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don't let yourself lose Me.
Nearby is the country they call life."

from The Book of Hours by Rainier Maria Rilke

Saturday, November 29, 2008

Inspiring Words:

Old Woman's Winter Barn Song

I can hear you like
change in running pockets,
only sound to
give your existence away.

That is the closest you come,
a rippled sound
between us.
The breeze blowing the ashes.

The wind bites my lip.
I pull wool to my ears.
Bracing against the cold,
the warm barn beckons.

Latch hit hard upon my finger.
Numb, the tips awake to crimson.
I shake loose my hand
to free me from the pain.

I kiss the ruby tip
and taste the metal of me.
My armor, protecting,
leaks the tinny drops, almost flowing.

I remember how you took my fingers
and kissed my blood from them smiling.
I painted your neck
and you loved me with a fierce power.

The snow slaps the side of the barn,
the straw snapping under foot.
I don’t bleed anymore.
And you have not touched me in years.

Me Jan 2007

Throwing More Kulcha at You

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I was first introduced to this band during the Mo-Di tour. I stumbled on it again recently, blew the dust off the CD and it blew my mind again. If you are into Celtic Music, or alternative, or if you feel the pulse of percussion run through your soul on a daily basis, go look this up.

Cool Things:

December 5th, have some Milk with your cookies. Go see Sean Penn in what is likely to be his best role EVAR. He blew me away in "I am Sam", and if you have any inkling of activism in your being for gay rights, this is one you should NOT MISS.

Images and following text From IMDB:

After moving to San Francisco, the middle-aged New Yorker, Harvey Milk, became a Gay Rights activist and city politician. On his third attempt, he was elected to San Francisco's Board of Supervisors in 1977, making him the first openly gay man to be elected to public office in the USA. The following year, both he and the city's mayor, George Moscone, were shot to death by former city supervisor, Dan White, who blamed his former colleagues for denying White's attempt to rescind his resignation from the board.

Mr. Milk had been the subject of several books and the Academy Award-winning documentary feature, The Times of Harvey Milk (1984); but Milk (2008) is the first fictional feature to explore private aspects of the man's personal life and career.

Milk was filmed on location in San Francisco. Many of Mr Milk's real-life surviving friends and former associates participated in the making of this film, several appearing on camera.

More about David

Yes. That is a(n) horrific picture of me. And, honestly, a not very good one of David, either. But, the truth remains that we were in the same place at the same time with...a mango (onaccounta his Mango Song and the story he tells about it). The person taking this image just told him that I wanted to have his babies, which considering his rather profound relationship with his wife, and the fact that I was deeply in love at the time, was, well, not likely in the least. Okay, well, maybe a teeny bit likely. On my side, of course. *sigh*

Nonetheless, I own almost every recording he ever made, and it still moves me to the bone every time I hear his voice. Go visit iTunes and check him out if you have not already.

Winter Topographix and a Cool Fort

One of my favorite things about this time of year, this time of weather, is these ice formations.
The thin skin of ice which has formed over flowing water, or water which underneath is still unfrozen, makes the most wonderful designs. An added plus is the sound it makes when you pop it. Almost as much fun as popping down those little "button" things on drink cup lids which mark what is inside...or bubble wrap.

Lux and I just returned from a 2 hour stomp around the neighborhood. Coffee in hand, and apparently on coat and on mittens (slippy roads today) we stormed the area in search of squirrels and crows. There was a mighty stare-down with a huge crow which had a slice of pizza in it's craw. Crow won. Ah, the limitations of a leash.

We also found this really cool "fort". Last night, around dusk, we were strolling this part of the neighborhood and saw this group of about 4 boys, seeming to be around 9-11 years old, and they were busy building this, weaving in the pine boughs and arranging things. I told them how incredibly cool their fort was, and they looked at me as if to say "Stupid Lady, you are not supposed to see this..." I think they perhaps thought they were invisible or something, cause the fort is right on the side of a fence on the road, but I nodded and walked away, taking note to visit this morning and see what they managed to create.

I was really very impressed. They did a great job of making a shelter. With any luck they will be able to hide this from their younger sisters, cause those girls would TOTALLY take the Barbies out there, with tea cups and cookies and ruin the whole testosterone laden effect of Survivor Man. Here in the suburbs, kids still show mad skillz in Nature Play. Made me smile the whole walk home.

Friday, November 28, 2008

Pwanz to do Sumpin Keen

Thinkin' 'Bout David Wilcox

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Magical Moments

I found a new Sacred Place. After hiking for half an hour the trail opens to a huge, and I mean HYOOGE field. Lux and I hiked up the big hill to find 2 chairs and a table on the border of the woods. I sat down. And this is what I saw. I sat transfixed for about an hour while Lux ran and ran and ran.

I am so thankful to be near beauty like this.


Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Vista, my ASS...

Shoulda been named "Frozen Windows Slamming Frequently and Repeatedly on Your Fingers While in the Middle of Something Very Important"

My kid's computer died a nasty death a month ago. My desktop PC crunked out, too. I installed an old G4 tower on my desk, which is cannot run many of my photography post-production programs because of the age of the processor. My Mac laptop, while still plugging along, is an iBook, and the disk drive had failed a long time ago, making it difficult to do lots of things, like install printer drivers. So, I bought a new laptop last month. For about $600.00. And, it works, most of the time.

But, I tell you this. I alreday KNEW Vista sucked rusty scissors, and I bought this laptop anyway, because it was the best I could find for the money. I could not afford the spiffy MacBook. I am grateful to have equipment at all, mind you, but sometimes, sometimes I want to throw this sucker into the Merrimack River.

Vista, I hate you. I hate you like a cut hates salt. You are clumsy and take up WAY too much space and time for what you deliver. You crash Firefox daily, sometimes multiple times.

You got me onaccounta the price point. I needed something fast for a photo-gig, and for the application process for college for my kid.

However, I tell you this. If someone dropped 2K in my lap and told me I had to spend it on myself I would be in that Apple Store YESTERDAY, if not sooner.

I feel like I am waking up next to someone really nasty after a drunken night of debauchery. Coyote Love, Gigabyte Style.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008


Dear, Sweet Film

Julia Pott's thesis animation for Kingston University: My First Crush

Cool Thing: Wood Mosaics

Monday, November 24, 2008


In the hospital room:

Youngest daughter: "Em looks like she is doing better."

Wasband: " Yes, honey she is doing better. She was in a lot of pain but they gave her a very powerful drug called Morphine."

YD: "Powerful Drugs, eh?"

Wasband: "Yup. She is now on the slippery slope to becoming a Democrat."

In the kitchen today, Emily tries to open the plastic wrap on some Molasses with her teeth.

Me: "Um, yeah...let's NOT open things with your teeth, M'Kay? We just finished paying for those braces of yours"

Em: "I just spent 15 dollars on this manicure!!"

Me: "Add a few more zeros and that's what we spent on your teeth"

Clearly AVOIDING doing the laundry...

If *I* did that to my kitty I would have a bandage on my hand, too.

And on my face.

And on my arm.

But, Baby, it *is* cold outside...

Invite a "Spatial" Coozin to Thanksgiving!

The Brain

I recently saw a documentary on some station (for the life of me I cannot remember WHICH one) about the brain and about memory. At one point they showcased the story of Clive Waring (see YouTube below).

It was fascinating to me, all of it. One of the most poignant parts for me, though, was the journals he kept, which he wrote in daily. He would scribble, frantically trying to keep alive that one moment, that moment of clarity when he truly felt he Was. "I am ALIVE!!!!" he would write, only to not hold onto that 30 seconds later. That was so tragic to me, and at the same time so touching. Philosophically, Metaphysically, it presented an interesting puzzle for me, and I have been pondering it often. I contemplate the "Is-ness" of things, of me, of my experience, and while I feel tethered to the illusion of Being Here, it is merely a clever ruse of my mind that pins me to the temporal map. Clive lives. He is "alive". He has mananaged to settle into Not Knowing, literally. He does recognize his wife, and he plays piano beautifully. At one point in the program his wife is seen saying that Clive is still, in many ways, "himself", that his personality is still very much present despite his slipping from one moment in the stream of life to the next, without much to connect him backwards to what has just passed.

That got me thinking about the temporal nature of personality, or, more to the point, the lack of temporal anchoring. So much of who we Are is set upon a stage of memory, ours, others of us, our stories building a tapestry as we add weft and weave, color and texture.

I studied Philosophy in college, and one of my favorite aspects of that was study of Descartes and Kant. I took a whole semester on Descates' Discourse on Method and Kant's Knowing and Being. It was a real mind bender, let me tell you (see: This, for a Real Neural Twisting). I think, therefore I am. I am, therefore I think. I, therefore, think I AM (Descartes' Mind Fuck: Here).

But AM I?

Last night, wanting to just Zone Out, I watched a DVD my daughter had gotten from Blockbuster, "Samantha Who?", Christina Applegate's series from TV. Used to her less, shall we say, pithy roles, I was pleasantly surprised at the way the subject was handled in a humor-filled way. She was brilliant. Now, yes, I will concede that the subject of Retroactive Amnesia was handled in a light and silly way, but it got me to thinking about the concepts of Now, and Then and how we build our stories and the stories of others with bits of information that we, and others, hold in common.

Pushing Narssicism and Solopscism aside, how much of Who we Are is dependent upon our remembering who we were, to ourself, to others, in the past, even the Very Recent past?

I think that relationships allow us new mirrors, new stories, new paths of Being, that show us other facets of who we are. I also think that our past, our stories, help define what we have been in the world before, and why and how we act Now.

If a tree falls in the woods and there is not a person there to hear, does it make a sound? Yes. But, it does not exist FOR someone else. And, for humans, it seems that existing For and To others is a huge part of what we call Being. Further, it is our appreciation of existing for another which brings substance to our own experience of ourselves. Yes, I exist in a vacuum. (Make that a Dyson, please...)

Have you ever made a new friend and felt that you were seen in a way that more closely resembles who you believe yourself to be? Invigorating, that! Have you ever met someone who truly misunderstands who you believe yourself to be? Oh, so frustrating! See, it happens ALL THE TIME.

Who ARE you, without the boundary of temporal memory? Think about it. Think of all the adjectives you use for yourself and go back and cross off the ones that involve memory. Are you kind? What if you did not remember that 30 seconds from now? What if your kindess was only understood by those who held memory of your Being Kind? Would that suffice as a definition of the person you are/were?

You Are. Right now. And now. And now. And it is only our golden thread that stitches all those moments together creating a humble map to You Are.

Be grateful for your Brain, people. Take good care of it. Wear a helmet and don't drink a fifth of vodka in one sitting. Take the time to remember how Good you Really Are, despite the time/space continuum.

Oh, and stay away from aluminum-based antiperspirants. They rot your brain. Then, you won't remember Thanksgivings of the Past. The only one who will remember is your sloppy Aunt Gracie with the stinky Violet perfume, the one who pinches your cheeks too hard.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

MiTunes:November 08 Heavy Rotation


Wicked-Good Food

Butternut Squash Soup
Four servings

1 medium sized butternut squash
1 quart chicken broth (I used home-made)
1 cup fat free half and half
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon nutmeg
1/2 teaspoon salt ( varies due to salinity of broth-taste first)
1 apple, peeled and chopped
2 cloves garlic

Peel, slice and bake the squash, garlic and apple together until soft. Cool and puree in food processor or blender until velvety smooth. Remove from processor bowl and add to a saucepan with the broth, spices and cream. Reheat until hot but not boiling. This soup also freezes well, so you can double up the batch and save some for another frozen Sunday just like the one you have today.

I found the soup comes out MUCH better if you listen to WUMB Folk radio whilst cooking. A happy chef makes for a happy soup!

Saturday, November 22, 2008


Holding Hands


November's Chill

It is SO cold out there this morning!!! My fingertips got numb as I walked along with my coffee in hand, only one mitten on. The dog was alive with sparky energy, sniffing bushes, bolting for squirrels, as I listened to my Morning Mix on my iPod. Iron and Wine was softly crooning into my ears. We reached the park, designed by Olmstead, one of Lux's favorite places. Running about the field, I was jamming to music, bright and full. then, NOTHING. I hate that. Battery ran out in the middle of a great song. The silence was deafening.

I thought about the metaphor involved, and pondered it as I sang along to the non-existent song anyway. Anyone walking by would assume my ears were full of song, but it was only my own version which rang through the cold morning, a shabby version of Jenny Owen Youngs.

I have been trying to cope with "Inconclusive". One of the blood tests from Emily's last round came back "Inconclusive". I hate that. When it comes to medicine I seem to want black and white answers, and not knowing exactly WHAT bacteria is involved, and thus not knowing WHICH antibiotic will help, is frustrating. At present the one she is on seems to be helping, but she is still not back to herself. More frustrating are the phone calls that speak of "Positive for this but at levels that are inconclusive" followed by another call days later saying "Negative for this", only to be followed by another call days later saying "Let's test again!!! We are not happy with the results, we want more information..."

Inconclusive...for me it means NOT KNOWING...and I am sometimes very uncomfortable with that. I am working on letting go of needing to know. A lot of life falls into the Not Knowing category these days, medical, financial, personal. All I can do is take steps ahead with as open a heart and mind as I can muster. I think that, over time, I have learned to read signs and plan ahead, but these days the signs are confusing. No plan can really be the Right One. So I paddle along in the stream of life, watching as best I can for rocks, going with the current. I don't feel as strong in this mode, though. I do better Knowing, having some map to guide me.

But, the truth is that I have no idea where I will be in the stream tomorrow, or next year, or five years from now. I know where I would *like* to be, and I am steering my craft as best I can to that end. Sometimes it feels like I am paddling upstream.

I don't think Buddha planned very much.

Friday, November 21, 2008

Whoa Nelly!

Checked my stats this morning....Um, wow! This was only page one. I guess people were feeling like gandering at Keen Things yesterday. Hi everyone!!!

Last night was frigid in a "lookie how your boogers freeze when you lean over the popsicle freezer at the corner store!!!" sorta way. Did not deter me from stacking a load of wood in the bowl and lighting that match. A mug of Merlot in hand and my iPod on my ears, doggie pacing the yard for bones, rubbing my hands together, feeling the heat burn my shins as I inch closer and closer to the flames for warmth, I sat for about an hour, then I loaded on the Mother of All Logs and started to dance around. My neighbors are likely awaiting the shipload of lambs for the blood letting sacrifice this weekend.

Anyway, I spent plenty of time burning away that which is not needed, and taking in the joy of the fire, and trundled off to bed, smokey and hazy.

This morning before dawn Lux and I headed out for our Stroll du Matin.

I lost my balance for a week or so there, pulled in and out of tides, tossed upon the sands, coughing and sputtering.

Got my footing now.

More later. Right now I am seriously backed up with post-processing work and college admission flotsam and jetsam. Have a great day, y'all!

Cool Thing:

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Heck Yeah!

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Being Productive



24 degrees and falling...

This morning Lux and I hiked our new favorite field. A huge deer was in the clearing and Lux took off after her, and came back after quite a long while, panting and smiling. As I called for her I clicked away with my camera. 24 degrees this morning, the tall grasses bent and crisp above the hardening soil, a woodpecker tapped a tree near me, a song of persistence and Faith.

My daughter's kidney pain was worse last night for a while, testing my Faith in medicine, in antibiotics, in healing...I cannot sit on her and force the cranberry juice down her craw. I cannot push her any harder than life is pushing her right now, with school, college applications, healing, and all the attending Teen Crap that fills her world.

My world is less topsy-turvy this morning. Things are clearer for me.

I have been residing in a place of Letting Go of outcomes the past few days. I am familiar with this path. The well worn traces of my footsteps are still visible from the past few years of stomping up and down the field of Disappointment, Hope and Waiting. Finally having arrived at the Clearing of Solitude, I turned, just once, to look back to see that the field was not empty afterall. I am glad that I did.

The deer fleeing into the thicket, only a blaze of brown and white, reminds me of the impermanence of everything. I take deeper breaths and follow my course alone again, dog by my side, happy for the sighting.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Life Feels Slippery

I am learning a great deal about Patience these days. Sitting, waiting for results from doctors, and then into the healing time...sliding into a rainy day and slipping into another kind of waiting.

I don't know how hard to push doctors sometimes for answers, and know even less how hard to push those I care about.

It is all about Letting Go, all of it. And Bringing Close, and Letting Go and Breathing and Hoping for the Best.

I am so grateful for the blessings I have been given.

Yet, so reluctant to let them go again, should the tide turn.

I wait for signs of healing in my child.

I wait for signs of reassurance from loved ones.

I wait for the tea to warm my hands
as the afternoon slips into my life

seeming eons from when I awoke at 4:30 AM.


Inspiring Words

"Sometimes egolessness is called no-self. These words can be misleading. The Buddha was not implying that we disappear-or that we could erase or personality. As a student once asked, 'Doesn't experiencing egolessness make life kind of beige?' It's not like that. Buddha was pointing out that the fixed idea that we have about ourselves as solid and separate from each other is painfully limiting. It is possible to move through the drama of our lives without believing so earnestly in the character that we play. That we take ourselves so seriously, that we are so absurdly important in our own minds, is a problem for us. We feel justified in being annoyed with everything. We feel justified in denigrating ourselves or in feeling that we are more clever than other people. Self-importance hurts us, limiting us to the narrow world of our likes and dislikes. We end up bored to death with ourselves and our world. We end up never satisfied.

We have two alternatives: either we question our beliefs-or we don't. Either we accept our fixed versions of reality - or we begin to challenge them. In Buddha's opinion, to train in staying open and curious - to train in dissolving our assumptions and beliefs-is the best use of our human lives"
Pema Chodron-The Places that Scare You

Are you Crazy??? That is the stoopidest idea EVAR!

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Cold Day Walk

Monday, November 17, 2008

Go Here: Listen to "Keep to Myself". Lather, Rinse, Repeat.

Seth Horan

Just In Case

Suppose you were lazy and did not go investigate this kid the first time I told you to...


Inspiring Words:

"My father is taller than I am. I take after my mother, who is descended from a long line of tiny people who were bred by German royalty to climb into tunnels to hunt rodents. This means it's awkward to hug my father — but it was always awkward, because we're from the part of the country where men can show affection only by insulting each other's snowmobiles."

Live! From Boston! It's Monday Morning!

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The past week has been a roller coaster through dark and scary places, through the rain, and into the light. Emily is feeling better, though very tired and achy. We managed to get in most of her early decision forms to the college she wants most while coping with the whole hospital ordeal. Now we wait. Seems that Patience is a huge lesson these days, one which I keep stumbling onto over and over.

Kevin and I had 24 hours of time to spend doing fun things like hikes in the woods with Lux, running around on the beach after the rain stopped at sunset, an awesome pizza at Flatbread in Amesbury, nibbling on really great chocolate he brought and generally catching up in person, rather than by email or phone, which has been our only mode of connection since March. I am so grateful to have had a hand to hold this weekend, a supportive, kind and gentle friend to smile at me from across the table and someone to laugh with so hard that my cheeks still hurt.

Today brings the cold weather again. Saturday night the temperature in the evening spilled int0 70 degrees with blustery winds. There were 2 tornado sightings in our state, and the barometric pressure was going up and down like a plane in turbulence. Rain prevented the fire I had planned, so I am hoping to light one up tonight and sit under the stars in the cold by the flickering flames.

I did lots of cooking this weekend, but, frankly, really did not think of bringing out the camera and setting up to shoot any images for the blog. Besides, all my equipment was still packed up from the huge shoot I had last Tuesday. I am sure you will forgive me. I forgive myself.

One of the Keenest things from this weekend was being shown THIS:

You can see much, much more from this amazing kid HERE:

Also a Cool Thing, found via the New England Journal of Aesthetic Research:

Thursday, November 13, 2008


Emily, this morning to her Daddy:

"I took for granted all the mornings when you woke me up at 5:45 with your usual 'Welcome to the New Day!!!!'. This morning, my wake up was a needle in my arm. I will never take your morning welcome for granted again, Daddy!...(tears)"


I have never been more grateful that Emily has good health insurance. Despite a 9 hour wait in the ER to get a room in pediatrics, the care we have gotten here has been really quite good. After a night on IV antibiotics Emily is doing a bit better. Her pain is lessened, which is good, because even morphine did not touch it, and it gave her a migraine for which they could not give her anything more.

This morning she is scheduled for an ultrasound and a consult with a renal specialist. I am so very glad that we don't live in the wilds of Mongolia, and that we have access to adequate health care. Clearly, if we did not, she may not have survived this ordeal.

We are hoping that she will be able to come home today. She is very anxious to have this IV out of her arm.

Also on the good news front, Kevin is arriving from Chicago this afternoon, and while the visit will certainly not be what I envisioned, it will be so very nice to have a kind and supportive friend near for hugs and tea.

I will update as I am able, but the connection here at the hospital is not particularly consistent and, well, I sorta have my hands full right now.

Send healing vibes our way.

Hugs back to all of you!


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For the LOVE OF DOG!, go get this calendar of Chuck from Dooce. Really, how can you resist a blue wig and pink leg warmers. So Brit-pop, so woofy, so very Chuck!

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Note to the Universe

Dear Big U,

It thoroughly sucks that my daughter is in the hospital with a terrible kidney infection. It sucks further that the other daughter is sick, too. It sucks that there is just one of me to go around. Just thought I would let you know.



Sunday, November 9, 2008


Saturday, November 8, 2008

Little Miss Muffet, my ass...

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Thorns among Roses

I will have to admit that as I drove to Dunkin Donuts so my kid could snag an iced coffee before school yesterday, I was sitting in the car, beaming. Last week when I was at Mom's we were talking about my cynicism about the National Issues, and how for the last few months I have had this feeling in the pit of my stomach. For me, this whole financial mess has made me feel as if my "daddy" went off on a drinking spree and gambled away the family home.

Yesterday, for the first time in months, for me, it felt like someone kind, wise and responsible finally walked through the door.

So, when my daughter came back to the car she sat down and said that she had just witnessed a fist fight, and police had stormed in while she was getting her coffee. I was stunned. Apparently, one of the guys in line turned to the guy behind him and said:

"Well, I guess the price of watermelon went down overnight"

The next thing she knew there were screams of "Racist!!" and fists flying.

I am not a violent person, but I tell ya, I would have socked that asshat back, too.

One thing for sure, this election has made visible the bigots and racists who somehow felt that McCain and Palin gave them permission to voice their opinions more loudly. Which is fine, as we are Americans and all that, but, one should also remember that there are often consequences to opening one's fat mouth and spewing hate.

Unfortunately, hitting someone for that view is illegal.

Odd that in this day and age a young woman can be stoned to death in Africa for adultery on the same day that my teen witnesses a fight because a black man just became President Elect.

What a screwy world this is.

Thorns among roses. Hate springing forth from Victory.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008


Hey there! I have returned safe and sound. Well, mostly sound. Travel is just not the magic it used to be. Especially when one is the last one on the plane and the only seat you see open is the one sitting next to Hagrid. And your seat is the window seat. And the seat behind you is full of a mom and her toddler. A kicking toddler. Throw in a nice light sauce of "sitting on the runway for an hour with no ventilation".

But, I arrived in one piece, and made it to this morning where, lo! and Behold! A NEW day is dawning in the history of America! And, yea I say, I rejoice heartily!

I flew home to a bit of chaos on the homefront, one kid sick with a UTI, late school admissions parent evaluations, calls from clients, and a messy kitchen. Hmmmm...I left it clean. Teens...they are storms of filth.

Much good work was done at the old home front, and Mom and I stayed at her new nest, which was fun. Keen, in fact.

Cool Things:

I stumbled upon this blog the other day and found myself wandering around in enjoyment.

Wonderful Design:

Click Here for these Keen Pantone Color Mugs

Inspiring Words:

Bhagavan Sri Ramana Maharshi


"Not only does happiness exist within us – it is in fact our true nature, our essential being. The transient happiness that we seem to derive from external experiences, but which actually arises only from within ourself, is in reality nothing other than our own essential being. The more clearly we are conscious of our own essential being, the more deeply and intensely do we experience happiness."

Wicked-Good Food

My ex father in law picked me up from the airport when I arrived in Pittsburgh, and the first stop on the way was one of our favorite beer spots The Sharp Edge. The last time I was there I tried the Delriium Tremens. This time we upped the ante and went for Piraat. Oooh! what a delight! And with a really high alcohol level couched in a smooth, unctuous, appley ale. Oh. So. Yum.