I'll admit it. I have a love-hate relationship with my dishwasher. I grew up with one in suburbia, but for years I washed dishes by hand in my small apartment's small sink. I don't know if I actually used less water, but it seemed so, and I felt better doing it. Besides, the hot bleachy aroma of the wash cycle and the preternaturally squeaky-clean dishes afterwards had always freaked me out. Good riddance to automatic washing and rinsing!
Interests: Living life as an intiatic experience, uniting with like minds and hearts to build a better, cleaner, more peaceful world, listening to the wisdom of the inner voice, communing with the elemental forces of Nature, the arts, media and communications, personal growth and development, the natural healing arts, interesting cuisines, cinema, all that expands the consciousness, betters the Self, and links me with THAT from Which I come.
Inspiration: Whitman, Thoreau, the Tao, deep meditation, spiritually anointed words carried on the human voice and the Cosmic Winds, being with those of like mind and calling.