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Thai Tea



The Ingredients:

6 cups water
1 cup Thai tea (cha Thai)
1 cup sugar
1 can evaporated milk

Instructions:

Bring the water to a boil in a large saucepan. 
Add the tea and remove the pan from heat. 
Stir to submerge all the tea leaves in the water. 
Steep for about 5 minutes. 
Pour the brew through a coffee filter or a fine-mesh strainer into a large pitcher. 
Add the sugar to the hot tea and stir to dissolve. 
Cool to room temperature.

To serve:  Fill tall glasses with crushed ice.  Add enough of the tea to
fill the glasses to within 1 inch from the top.  Then float 3 to 4
tablespoons of evaporated milk over the ice in each glass.

cha Thai is a native-grown red-leafed tea which is spiced with star anise seed.  It is usually brewed strong and then blended with a rich swirl of evaporated milk.  Delicious!

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Circles, Lines, Arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one..



Alice’s Restuarant. Ever hear it? It’s a riot. A Thanksgiving classic at my house.  And in keeping with Arlo Guthrie’s spirit, “But I didn’t come here to tell you about Alice… I came to talk about…. spirituality.” lol!  Aw, go listen to the song.  You’ll get it.
 
I lived my twenties as a music major in college. When I started down that road, I thought it would just be a kewl job.  I had no inkling that I was responding to the call of it’s mystical nature and it was resonating like a bell inside me. 
So I studied music theory and music history like all good freshman do, I took site singing and composition and principals.

And gee, I learned that Western music in linear in construction, meaning it has a beginning, a development, and an end.  It’s a straight line. Eastern music by contrast is cyclical.  It doesn’t have any defined ending, it merely wraps back around on itself, returning to it’s beginning, ready to repeat again and again.  Sort of like reincarnation… a Eastern belief. As contrasted with Western beliefs that say your born, you live and you die. The End. Nice straight line there. And I thought, wow! Isn’t THAT kewl.  The music reflects their culture, their beliefs.

And then I discovered music is an art that doesn’t really exist anywhere’s but in your head.  Think about it.  It’s not like a sculpture you can touch, or a painting you can see in it’s entirety… it’s not like a meal you can taste and smell.  Music is a series of notes, tones that occur in a particular order *in time*.  You *can’t HEAR* the whole song at any given moment, you can only hear that one tone that is playing right then.  But your BRAIN assembles those tones second by second, all the tones you’ve heard, into a continuous melody, and you respond to that melody. All in your head.

If that isn’t mystical/magical enough for you, consider Musica universalis – or ‘Music of the Spheres’. It’s an ancient philosophical concept dating back as far as Pythagoras and the Greeks that regards proportions in the movements of celestial bodies — the Sun, Moon, and planets — as a form of music.

This ‘music’ is not literally audible (well to some of us it is!), but a harmonic and/or mathematical concept. Semi-mystical, semi-mathematical. The astronomer Johannes Kepler said the connection between geometry (and sacred geometry), cosmology, astrology, harmonics, and music is through musica universalis.

Kewl, kewl stuff.

And did you know all the Western music you’ve ever heard was all composed with just 12 notes? The same twelve notes. Beethoven, Mozart, Britney Spears, Led Zepplin. Now if THAT doesn’t make ya go Hmmmm, I think you should get to the hospital and have your life signs checked!

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Why can’t this be Love?



Listen: Why can’t this be Love? – Van Halen

Oh here it comes
That funny feeling again winding me up inside
Every time we touch
Hey I don’t know
Oh, tell me where to begin cause I never ever
Felt so much

And I can’t recall any love at all
Baby this blows ‘em all away

It’s got what it takes
So tell me why can’t this be love?
Straight from my heart
Oh, tell me why can’t this be love?

I tell myself
Hey only fools rush in an only time will tell
If we stand the test of time
All I know
You’ve got to run to win and I’ll be damned if
I’ll get hung up on the time

No I can’t recall any love at all
Baby this blows ‘em all away

It’s got what it takes
So tell me why can’t this be love?
You want it Straight from the heart
tell me why can’t this be love?

Tell me why can’t this be love
Baby why can’t this be love
Got to know why can’t this be love
I wanna know why can’t this be love

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Lost Love



Everyone has a lost love. It’s okay to mourn.

for my Penny.

Listen: Am I Crazy – Rebecca Lavelle

Maybe I was wrong
Maybe I’m to blame
I thought I’d see you and it would be the same
When I look at you
Dunno know who I see
It is someone new or just a memory
Days drift by
Sometimes I cry
Never really understood
I always thought that you’d be there
Was I crazy, crazy?
Sometimes……its so unfair
Don’t know where I am
Don’t know where is home
Don’t know much at all
But it ain’t much fun alone
Guess I’ll work it out
What else can you do
Maybe life goes on with one instead of two
Days drift by
Sometimes I cry
I never really understood
I always thought that you’d be there
Was I crazy, crazy?
Sometimes……its so unfair

and was I crazy, crazy?
Sometimes……its so unfair

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My Heart is like a River



Listen: My Heart is like a River – Rebecca Lavelle

My heart is like a river
My heart is like these hills
They never change
I never change
and I never will

You called and I came running
You cried and now I’m here
So hold this faith
accept our fate
Ease our little fears

We have enough to guide us
We have enough to last
We’re not alone
we never were
you and I aren’t lost

Oh hold me very tightly
Hold me fast and strong
I am your love
Won’t stray from you
You and I belong

My heart is like a river
My heart is like these hills
They never change
I never change
and I never will  
- Rebecca Lavelle

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This Kiss



Listen:  This Kiss – Faith Hill

don’t want another heartbreak
I don’t need another turn to cry
I don’t want to learn the hard way
Baby, hello, oh, no, goodbye
But you got me like a rocket
Shooting straight across the sky
It’s the way you love me
It’s a feeling like this
It’s centrifugal motion
It’s perpetual bliss
It’s that pivotal moment
It’s impossible
This kiss, this kiss (Unstoppable)
This kiss, this kiss

Cinderella said to Snow White
How does love get so off course
All I wanted was a white knight
With a good heart, soft touch, fast horse

Ride me off into the sunset
Baby, I’m forever yours

It’s the way you love me
It’s a feeling like this
It’s centrifugal motion
It’s perpetual bliss

It’s that pivotal moment
It’s unthinkable
This kiss, this kiss (Unsinkable)
This kiss, this kiss

You can kiss me in the moonlight
On the rooftop under the sky
You can kiss me with the windows open
While the rain comes pouring inside
Kiss me in sweet slow motion
Let’s let every thing slide
You got me floating, you got me flying

It’s the way you love me
It’s a feeling like this
It’s centrifugal motion
It’s perpetual bliss

It’s that pivotal moment
It’s subliminal
This kiss, this kiss (It’s Criminal)
This kiss, this kiss

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Shameless



Listen: Shameless – Billy Joel

Well I’m shameless

when it comes to loving you
I’d do anything you want me to…
I’d do anything at all

You know I’m not a man who has ever been
Insecure about the world I’ve been living in
I don’t break easy, I have my pride
But if you need to be satisfied,

I’m shameless,

baby I don’t have a prayer
Anytime I see you standing there
I’ll go down upon my knees… (wink)

And I’m changing,

I swore I’d never compromise
But you’ve convinced me otherwise
I’ll do anything you please

You see in all my life I’ve never found
What I couldn’t resist, what I couldn’t turn down
I could walk away from anyone I ever knew
But I can’t walk away from you

You know it should be easy for a man who’s strong
To say he’s sorry or admit when he’s wrong
I’ve never lost anything I ever missed
But I’ve never been in love like this…

It’s out of my hands

I’m shameless, I don’t have the power now
But I don’t want it anyhow
So I’ve got to let it go

I’m shameless, shameless as a man can be
You can make a total fool of me
I just wanted you to know

I am shameless

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On Death and Dying.



Down below the surface of a quiet pond lived a little colony of water bugs. They were a happy colony, living far away from the sun. For many months they were very busy, scurrying over the soft mud on the bottom of the pond. They did notice that every once in a while one of their colony seemed to lose interest in its friends’ activities. Clinging to the stem of a pond lily, it would gradually move out of sight and be seen no more.

“Look!” said one of the water bugs to another, “one of our colony is climbing up the lily stalk. Where do you think he is going?” Up, up, up it slowly went…. Even as they watched, the water bug disappeared from sight. Its friends waited and waited but it didn’t return. “That’s funny!” said one water bug to another. “Wasn’t he happy here?” asked a second. “Where do you suppose he went?” wondered a third. No one had an answer. They were greatly puzzled.

Finally one of the water bugs, a leader in the colony, gathered his friends together. “I have an idea. The next one of us who climbs up the lily stalk must promise to come back and tell us where he or she went and why.” “We promise,” they said solemnly.

One spring day, not long after, the very water bug who had suggested the plan found himself climbing up the lily stalk. Up, up, up, he went. Before he knew what was happening, he had broken through the surface of the water and fallen onto the broad, green lily pad above. When he awoke, he looked about with surprise. He couldn’t believe what he saw. A startling change had come to his old body. His movement revealed four silver wings and a long tail. Even as he struggled, he felt an impulse to move his wings.The warmth of the sun soon dried the moisture from the new body. He moved his wings again and suddenly found himself up above the water. He had become a dragonfly. Swooping and dipping in great curves, he flew through the air. He felt exhilarated in the new atmosphere. By and by the new dragonfly lighted happily on a lily pad to rest.

Then it was that he chanced to look below to the bottom of the pond. Why, he was right above his old friends, the water bugs! There they were scurrying around, just as he had been doing some time before. Then the dragonfly remembered the promise: “The next one of us who climbs up the lily stalk will come back and tell where he or she went and why.”

Without thinking, the dragonfly darted down. Suddenly he hit the surface of the water and bounced away. Now that he was a dragonfly, he could no longer go into the water. “I can’t return!” he said in dismay. “At least, I tried. But I can’t keep my promise. Even if I could go back, not one of the water bugs would know me in my new body. I guess I’ll just have to wait until they become dragonflies too. Then they’ll understand what has happened to me, and where I went.” And the dragonfly winged off happily into its wonderful new world of sun and air.

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Tahiti



There is a woman in my life. 

She dreams of Tahiti. 

I dream of her. 

Willing, submissive, compliant and feminine… intelligent, aggressive, self-assured, powerful, beautiful, masterful…

I will take her there. 

I will work to satisfy her desire to go to the ends of the earth and in my willing submission, do anything it takes to make her dream come true.

And once there, I will take her. As only a man can take a woman who has captivated his soul.  She will become mine. And I, hers.

Whatever she chooses of me ~ Her dearest friend, her consort, her mate, her husband.

And once she chooses, she will become forever mine.  My woman. My submissive, My Master… My pleasure.

For all eternities to come.

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