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Utopia January 31, 2020

Posted by nrhatch in Mindfulness, Music & Dance, People, Spirit & Ego.
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I would love to live in a world where everyone gets along.
I would love to live in a world where everyone is color blind.
I would love to live in a world where everyone respects everyone.

I would love to live in a world free of greed & corruption.
I would love to live in a world with a level playing field.
I would love to live in a world where the powerful didn’t prey on the weak.

I would love to live in a world of cooperation, not competition.
I would love to live in a world where people engage in dialogue.
Sans judgment.

I would love to live in the world Alanis describes in Utopia . . .

Aah . . . that’s better!

In The Days Before E-Bay January 27, 2020

Posted by nrhatch in Home & Garden, Humor, Sustainable Living.
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My first apartment was a 2 bedroom sub-let from a friend in high school.

I rented it sight unseen without meeting my roommate-to-be or seeing the puke green shag carpet or the roach motel in the kitchen.

I paid $100 for the furniture my friend wasn’t interested in taking with her ~ a bed, a dresser, a built in “desk” made from a 2 foot section of kitchen counter, a threadbare sofa, a stained armchair, a coffee table with 3 faux marble insets (one cracked), and ample cinderblocks that could be used to build end tables, bookshelves, etc.

Come to think of it, the furniture was free ~ I paid $100 for the curtains! 😀

Aah . . . the Good Old Days!

Thoughts To Ponder January 23, 2020

Posted by nrhatch in Art & Photography, Humor, Life Balance, Mindfulness.
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1. Jokes, like life, don’t benefit from over analysis.

2. Just ask:  Will this make my life Simpler?  Happier?  More Joyful?

3. Inhale/Exhale ~> where does a circle start?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Aah . . . that’s better!

The Cat & The Caterpillar January 19, 2020

Posted by nrhatch in Life Balance, Meditation, Mindfulness, Travel & Leisure.
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When I got to the fork, I saw a giant mushroom.  On it perched a Hookah Smoking Caterpillar.

“Hmm . . . curious and curiouser.”

From a floating smile, the Cheshire Cat emerged.

I asked the Cat and the Caterpillar, “Which way should I go?”

The Cat just grinned.

With that, the Caterpillar sat and started to chat, rather randomly at first and then with increasing clarity and wisdom:

Happiness is not waiting for us at the end of the road ~ it’s found here and now, by enjoying each step along the way!

“A good traveler has no set plans and is not intent on arriving.” ~ Lao Tzu

Now and then it’s good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy.

I decided I was already exactly where I needed to be . . . so I sat to chat.

With the Cat and the Caterpillar.

And that was that.

I never reached the bend in the road.

Aah . . . that’s better!

Mama Juana! January 4, 2020

Posted by nrhatch in Food & Drink.
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We “finished Christmas” today by getting together with my sister’s family (upon their return from a week’s stay in the Dominican Republic to celebrate my brother-in-law’s 60th Birthday).

The most interesting gift I received was a bottle of Mama Juana ~ the official beverage of the Dominican Republic.

From Trip Advisor:

Mamajuana is the indigenous drink of the Dominican Republic. It is a brew of twigs and bark and herbs, with rum and red wine and honey. Some love it, some hate it! Some claim that it is an aphrodisiac for men, but also that it cures all of what ails you, purifying organs and acting as a medicinal supplement.

More intel:

Today’s Mamajuana combines rum, red wine, honey and various tree barks, herbs and other assorted sticks, roots and leaves to create a powerfully-pungent flavor experience best left to the fearless. Lots of other ingredients can be added, and usually are based on old family traditions, whims and experimentation.

To read more and see a telling photo of the tincture:  Mamajuana, The Taste of Adventure

Game for a bit of adventure, we opened the bottle, poured shots all around, and toasted the island.

Check out the twigs in the bottle!

Of the 10 adults present, no one spit it out . . . but more than a few grimaces were observed.

It might be an acquired taste.  After all, it’s been around for 800 years!

Aah . . . that’s Mama Juana!