Entries Tagged as 'lagniappes'

The elixir of life

elixirThis hot beverage is simple and unassuming. It is cloaked in an aura of commonality. You can find it anywhere. You may drink it when you are thirsty, or when your are tired. You may drink it when you are happy or sad. You may drink it when you are hot or cold. It is the antithesis of modern complexities.

One must see the tea. A mug does insult the fine brew. It is best served plain — no milk or sugar. It has subtleties that the aged identify. It is as palpable as it is elusive.

Modern medicine says it is good for you… Apparently, it has “an-ti-ox-i-dants…” Whatever. We drank it before the days of medicine, perhaps even before antioxidants. Our instinct needed no science to tell us that this elixir of life actually is.

But there is one thing dearer than the brew. It is the brewer. No tea can achieve that imperceptible, ever-fleeting level of perfection without the master who selects the water, mixes the leaves, and times the boil. It is truly the pir-i dem who is your permanent companion in this, the very transient of pleasures. Teas, like hours of eternity, come and go, but hold on to your pir if you want to catch the essence of the life, not its elixir.

Times like this…

Erol HocaIt is at times like this, when it dawns on the intellect, that reality is what one assumes it to be. How else could anything make sense? Why is there anything at all, in the first place, to make any sense, whatsoever? Surely, any such sense, in and of itself, is neither analogous, nor congruent to its perceived placeholder among the entities of one’s consciousness.

A humble meal, a little wine, good friends, and the inescapable feeling that one can only master the NOW — are not these and nothing else? I do think so. The NOW is all that there is, all that there was, and all that there ever shall be. At least, that is how it seems… at times like this.

I like spiders

spiderThis one just escaped from being food to a bird. It lost a leg but it is still alive. I have been studying the behavior of these banana spiders for some time. I can interact with them; make them go to any corner of their web, or even convince them to swing up and down. They say its bite is worrisome, but I am yet to be bitten by one. I think they can tell when one approaches them with respect and admiration. After all, all know that all are, all but one.