Breathing Curiosity
Plantains are familiar to me in the Cuban context. The wish to relive the tastes of my childhood is often not enough, though. I cook them every so often, always combining the taste I know, with the taste I want. Although non-existent in my childhood, I like the wide array of taste in meats. Today… Continue reading Cuban, Polish, and Mine
The past, and the next second, the experience, and the hunger, joy, and its intermittent absence, everything, everything seems to be the resilience which demands repetition, not to preserve life but to live it — in composed sounds, in uttered words and their placement, in the gentle push to invest mind, spirit, and flesh, even… Continue reading Repetition is a form of change
...in music, in word, in taste, i am here to share some of what we know
These days are energy, inspiration —-No! energy —- period!Here is an inner confidence in claiming that inspiration is a constant. It comes from all around, it comes in memories waiting to be re-unpacked, occasionally unpacked for the very first instance. It happens in any moment of passive, and wild, and deep observation of whatever flew… Continue reading god missing himself
I am not the promising type but there are things I know, and things known may be conveyed with the confidence which provides assurance without the need of a promise. This common want for reassuring the joys of now with promises, makes the present less worth living than a fulfilling point in being that has… Continue reading Everything but Promises
Asking a friend with experience and knowledge on fields of investment, where would he suggest a person to focus who has never invested before, he quickly answered: “Invest in yourself” Weeks ago I heard from another friend: “There is no self” I am now left with the further expansion of being, allowing more to be… Continue reading Self
Out of the mouths of many beings in transition — coming out of their hearts or out of their intellect — I hear that surrendering happens in the moment of doubt, tribulation, in the face of difficulties. This notion makes me doubt two things: —- that acceptance, surrendering, or giving in completely onto life, is… Continue reading Surrender
There might be a higher sense of beauty when the kiss consists of simply looking onto a face, sensing a sumptuous embrace of lips which have not touched.
mad in joy and, as I am, such madness can not last three months Limit me to eternity
…since my childhood — Ginger
Three moments I recall as experiences of highest pleasure for my palate. While vacationing in Tenerife around the mid 1990’s, I ordered a simple salad to accompany a goat dish. Around 2012, it was a rack of lamb, preceded by mozzarella and tomatoes. In 2014, I smoked a Cuaba Salomones in Tokyo. That goat, those… Continue reading Humble Magnificence
buy new clothes, if necessary, until you recognize joy naked
Raisins on the vine, avocado with spices, on English muffin
Learn to find joy, wherever possible.
Breakfast seems to be intrinsic animal behavior but colored by culture and class. Some are light, some hearty, some cold, some hot, some simple, others require labor. Today I treated myself to the joy of working for mine. Sweetbread with star anise, cloves, rose petals, and vanilla. The coffee was the usual daily labor of… Continue reading Sweetbread and Coffee
“Life is suffering, and we spend our lives looking for happiness.” This was her expressed view during our conversation. Is it not fair to say that life is pleasure, happiness, joy, and we erroneously spend energy and passion in search of suffering? — Notes on a Clubhouse conversation
The pure, the whole, lifeis a constant inspirationinner, intimate desire needwill to createshareand choose depth of beautyonly beauty
Sila Blume 