Mmmm
Just made a bitchin’ mocha. Heated up half a glass of milk in the microwave. Steamed about a quarter of that. Dropped two shots of espresso in the glass. Poured in some chocolate syrup, then put the steamed milk over the top. Pretty standard really, but the amounts just worked perfectly and it tastes wonderful. I also now know that I could not be a barista – making the same thing over and over would bore me. I like making individual creations and rarely measure or record. It’s kind of a way of life. I spent a lot of time out in the wild wandering and spun off my ass on speed. There were moments I can still scarcely describe, because they were so overflowing with meaning. I walked to a crossroads and saw my shadow walking further out into the wild. I did not. Before that, I would sit in a half-lotus (sorry, I’m not flexible enough for anything like a full lotus) while the speed would make my mind race, and it would slow, through the stage where visions come every moment and past, into a state of peace. My body would stop shaking and the paranoia would cease. There was the vision of the UFO/angel/bright light that terrified me and caused me to take my shoes off and run. These events were all a part of my development and yet could not have been less predictable or less coherent. Indeed, we are all recipes that cannot be repeated.
