There’s an unseasonably arctic chill in the air, and we’ve just had several inches of snow dumped on our doorstep. No doubt about it, it’s time to make ice cream.
It’s true, ice cream season never ends in our household. One year the gelato machine tried to hibernate, but we tracked it to its lair and roused it, because we needed to make pumpkin and chestnut ice creams more than our weary, secondhand Simac needed to rest.
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.