Cuban, Polish, and Mine

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

Repetition is a form of change

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

god missing himself

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

Self

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

Surrender

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

Humble Magnificence

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

Sweetbread and Coffee

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

Is joy the chicken or the egg? (A gentle reiteration on the question on a question)

“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