Ok, after equating my recent lampworking to losing my virginity, it's probably best if I stick to something less squalid. I frequently walk at night here. There's a well lit Urban trail that meanders in and out of the woods. Three bends in lives a male fox. He calmly escorts me to the next bend, protecting, I assume his family. It's all done with a certain level of familiarity and calm that I really appreciate.
I watched a recent documentary, a Buddhist monk who works in a kitchen. Work as prayer/meditation is part of the theme. But another theme is serving others. That in cooking you're providing your fellow man the greatest of service. That it's best accomplished with whole foods and doing things by hand. When I watch my housemate prepare chai I get a sense of the innate truth in this. After grinding multiple spices in a mortar and pestle, Steeping tea, adding half and half, a mere 45 minutes later I'm sipping (luxuriating) tea. Molten glass can't be hurried. Learning can't be rushed. Growth is frequently so slow it makes you ache.
Time for my walk.
I watched a recent documentary, a Buddhist monk who works in a kitchen. Work as prayer/meditation is part of the theme. But another theme is serving others. That in cooking you're providing your fellow man the greatest of service. That it's best accomplished with whole foods and doing things by hand. When I watch my housemate prepare chai I get a sense of the innate truth in this. After grinding multiple spices in a mortar and pestle, Steeping tea, adding half and half, a mere 45 minutes later I'm sipping (luxuriating) tea. Molten glass can't be hurried. Learning can't be rushed. Growth is frequently so slow it makes you ache.
Time for my walk.
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