spontaneity. adventure. sense of wonder.

in all seriousness i'm sipping a summer smoothie, twirling my thumbs and chewing on this 'voice' thing. now i have to give a nod to this smoothie. totally cool, totally ayurvedic and so easy to make. soak some dates, work the hand blender in it, generously toss in freshly ground cardamom, and there you have it. i am lazy. i don't even strain it. i'd like to say i love the fiber and i don't like to waste anything. today i even put in a dash of handmade rose water. really. i can drink this all day long.

getting back to the serious business of figuring out this 'voice' thing. how to bring the two together? one poetic, sublime, the other hilarious, down-to-earth. i take a nice sip and the rich and deep aroma of cardamom sends off refreshing sensation in body and mind. i don't have it figured out. not yet. but i don't feel discouraged. it's like this morning i go into meditation with enthusiasm, faith and love. not a bit dampened by yesterday's experience. why would i be dampened? what was yesterday's experience. gee wiz i can't even bring it up to the mind what happened yesterday. all that happened vanished. only the present moment remains. and right now i recall the two cards that hwubby and i got from a deck of divine attributes before i left the ashram nineteen years ago. spontaneity. adventure. perhaps, maybe, they hold the clue to what i am contemplating. my guru says, let the sense of wonder be constant. i take another sip. i'm fascinated. who knew such magical alchemy could come out of two ingredients. all right, three, including water. cheers. to the sense of wonder.

let the ayurveda adventures begin

overnight my kitchen is upside down and ayuveda-fied. hwubby is totally full on and i am tagging right along. he feels the wisdom from this ancient way. and he's ready for it. right now he's in a spiritual retreat and he's set up a little cooking area for himself in the room. upon arrival he's concerned that he couldn't do the medicated milk for fear that the steam would set off the fire alarm. i say, what about the bathroom? doesn't it have a vent? it works out great. so, a shout out to the inner self.

by the way, it's fascinating to discover that boiled milk is so light. soon after my cup in the evening i feel this sense of settling in, drawing in and out streams one yawn after another. i also notice i haven't been getting up as often as i used to. mmmm. interesting. hwubby says, if i go to the 9pm meditate session and then another hour plus to make the milk (four cups water and one cup milk boiling down to one cup) i won't get to bed by midnight. i say, hey, making the milk is your meditation.' hey, we yogis are flexible. we work with whatever we have. hwubby says, that's exactly right. another shout out to the inner self. thank you.

i'm packing for a ten day trip. i can see a whole new way of packing coming up. what an adventure.