Saturday, May 12, 2007

We are On!

The furnace is heating up. We turned on the Glory Hole today. We turned on the furnace today. It is all coming together nicely. If all continues to go well we will be blowing glass on Thursday evening. Drop by.

Thank you again to everyone who has given freely of their time and energy, minds, bodies and spirits to make this a new reality.

Friday, May 11, 2007

Coffee musings

At times it seems the push of life overwhelms our normal sensibilities in the pursuit of... so move deeply with infinate grace as our guideposts.

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Coffee musings

With the coming dawn the illumination of the soul will guide us to a place of harmony and peace. Each of us rises to become that what it is we were meant to be. How does the process of living remove from us our higher nature? How can we cultivate and practice intentional existance?

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Coffee Musings

Seattle has got little on Oklahoma these days. We have coffee but our distribution network is lacking. Our baristas with proper training are A rare commodity. Public transpo is relatively nonexistent. Chocolate is now a moot point. Hot glassblowing studios are almost operational. And it is raining.

Monday, May 07, 2007

Life

Life is to short for mediocre food or weak espresso.

Coffee Musings

Digging this blog posting via the phone. Rainy day, blessed day. So ready to be free from the bondage of self. That is, the letting go of the thoughts that chain me to stones of negativity. It is a moment to moment stream entering upon a tumultace tributary in my mind. Do wish i could text faster...

Sunday, May 06, 2007

Dinner

I think now having to let go of ideas, expectations, desires, wants and needs. So going to dinner alone is painful. The wait, the thought of being with no one at intament moments when we are designed to be with others. Eating at its root is a communal event. It is our nature. And so if i forget to call you please drop me a line if you want company.

Isolation

We are promised the end of isolation, feeling today once connected and then totally seperate. Overwhelming sense of never melding with another again. desirous to and yet terrorfied.