my precious

all that is gold does not glitter

not all that wander are lost

the road goes ever on and on 

down from the door where it began

now far ahead the road has gone,

and i must follow, if i can

pursuing it with eager feet,

until it joins some larger way

where many paths 

    and errands meet.

and whither then?  

i 

cannot say

JRR tolkien

what's brewing

batch #1: watermelon + hint of basil 

more fun to brew or create labels?

kombucha = fermented tea

Tidbits from Storm in a Teacup: The Physics of Everyday Life:

diamonds sparkle because light moves more slowly through them

everything with mass has a gravitational force: so New Zealand is pulling us right now, 

it is just that that its force is weak

rise in Earth's temperatures ->melting ice->oceans rise

but also because hot water takes up more space than cold water

it's not so much heat rises, but that cold (denser) sinks

heat something->atoms move faster

just as it's been peaking over 100*, conditions are right to try a little home brewing

in dependence

independence, in dependence.

no one wants to be dependent, and yet.

styling, an art form unto itself: http://amymerrick.com

as healers, to what degree are we complicit in what the healed do?

are we responsible for only our moment in the assembly line, 

or can we be naive about the end product, what the healed hands will be used for?

"If it does not all combine to convey some general view of life, it is not education at all" 

- g.k. chesterton

the tipping point of dew a metaphor for incarnation

black tea on a rainy evening