I met a girl for tea today. Sitting on the table was a newspaper filled with news of too many deaths in to many parts of the world, a cup of pu-erh and a smile.
I found myself holding a cup of the mysterious, ancient jade fire and was hardly aware I was awake.
As I sat down she reminded me of the terrible beauty that lay beneath the rubble of Haiti. The pictures showed what appeared to be a city. The rubble looked as if atoms had been smashed at the central square, but the people had ducked and missed the explosion. Most of the people anyways. She said, "I've heard this story already but it's still so sad." She sipped her tea and looked past me for a moment.
I noticed the headline just above the fold "Amid rubble, seeking refuge in faith." God didn't destroy your city and God isn't going to rebuild it, but those people in the pictures will and let us hope that God's strength will trickle from the sky with every brick they lift, I thought to myself. I pointed to the headline as we both rejoined the conversation, but the thought was lost in her sadness. I grasped my cup, shivered for a moment then turned in my seat to save my body heat. My gaze embraced her beautiful eyes, which were shimmering with a softness you could fall asleep to, before exploring the curves of her lips roll smoothly over her words "I don't think I can spend another winter in this city."
Before I said, "Winter is the one thing we've all got in common and damn does it make spring that much more beautiful" I took a large sip of my light green shaded tea and took a breath.
I met a girl for tea today and I may have found love in a cup of pu-erh.
Monday, January 18, 2010
38737, my life is already more profound...
"Well hello, how are you doing this afternoon?"
"Three-eight-seven-three-seven."
I proceeded to type the information onto the screen, then grabbed her one pound bag of cashews and ran it past my register. "That is quite a state to be in, I must admit" I spun back at her.
"Ha ha, now that is a profound statement."
"Well that must be a good state to be in because seven, my favorite number, is in their twice. Seven is also a number that occurs often in religion such as the seven levels of earth and seven levels of heaven in Islam, seven chakras in Hinduism, and the seven days of creation in Genesis."
She looked up as if this hot air balloon of a conversation had lost its air and was plummeting to the ground. "Mine is nine."
As I bagged the few groceries she had just purchased I continued to say, "Nine is a product of 3." She smiled as a laugh came out of her mouth. "When I was a child I often did multiplication tables in my head and seven was always the most fun. It was the oddest of all numbers." I thought about the number 49 and how peaceful it must be, then pushed the grocery bag towards her. She quickly grabbed the groceries as I said, "Well have a wonderful day anyways."
"You have a nice one too" she said as she smirked her way to the door.
"Three-eight-seven-three-seven."
I proceeded to type the information onto the screen, then grabbed her one pound bag of cashews and ran it past my register. "That is quite a state to be in, I must admit" I spun back at her.
"Ha ha, now that is a profound statement."
"Well that must be a good state to be in because seven, my favorite number, is in their twice. Seven is also a number that occurs often in religion such as the seven levels of earth and seven levels of heaven in Islam, seven chakras in Hinduism, and the seven days of creation in Genesis."
She looked up as if this hot air balloon of a conversation had lost its air and was plummeting to the ground. "Mine is nine."
As I bagged the few groceries she had just purchased I continued to say, "Nine is a product of 3." She smiled as a laugh came out of her mouth. "When I was a child I often did multiplication tables in my head and seven was always the most fun. It was the oddest of all numbers." I thought about the number 49 and how peaceful it must be, then pushed the grocery bag towards her. She quickly grabbed the groceries as I said, "Well have a wonderful day anyways."
"You have a nice one too" she said as she smirked her way to the door.
Today, I met a girl today.
Today, I met a girl today. I asked her, "What is your favorite tea?"
She responded, "Well herbal or oolong? Green or black?"
I quickly stated, "Well I don't know all the herbals and I really don't know the difference between them all. So just one kind and one flavor."
She smiled, gazed inwards for a moment and calmly shouted, "Pu-erh! It is like a green tea but looks and acts like a black. I think pu-erh ginger is my favorite of any kind of tea, Rishi has one over in aisle 3." She looked up at me, smiled then asked "what is yours?"
Ready to enlighten her with my vast knowledge of tea I said, "Green tea, Jade Fire to be specific."
Her face crooked momentarily as I continued saying, "It's a very dark tea leaf with a strong feel in the mouth. They are tiny little balls that unroll when steeped. The aftertaste is strong but peaceful. I really like my tea strong."
She smiled, a smile reeking of who the hell are you again? Then she asked, "Strong like caffeine or strong like a black."
I quickly interrupted her question to respond, "Strong like I put a lot of tea leaves in the infuser."
The smile that grew on her face was a hearty and genuine one as she chuckled. I bid her farewell, my cash register wasn't going to ring groceries up by itself. And still today, I met a beautiful girl today.
January 9th on buddha's open arms 2010
She responded, "Well herbal or oolong? Green or black?"
I quickly stated, "Well I don't know all the herbals and I really don't know the difference between them all. So just one kind and one flavor."
She smiled, gazed inwards for a moment and calmly shouted, "Pu-erh! It is like a green tea but looks and acts like a black. I think pu-erh ginger is my favorite of any kind of tea, Rishi has one over in aisle 3." She looked up at me, smiled then asked "what is yours?"
Ready to enlighten her with my vast knowledge of tea I said, "Green tea, Jade Fire to be specific."
Her face crooked momentarily as I continued saying, "It's a very dark tea leaf with a strong feel in the mouth. They are tiny little balls that unroll when steeped. The aftertaste is strong but peaceful. I really like my tea strong."
She smiled, a smile reeking of who the hell are you again? Then she asked, "Strong like caffeine or strong like a black."
I quickly interrupted her question to respond, "Strong like I put a lot of tea leaves in the infuser."
The smile that grew on her face was a hearty and genuine one as she chuckled. I bid her farewell, my cash register wasn't going to ring groceries up by itself. And still today, I met a beautiful girl today.
January 9th on buddha's open arms 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Now this is productivity
January 7th in the year of our lord 2010
The rush of slipping, sliding automobiles;
of wet feet and wet noses;
in the midst a hush a top the trees.
*Don't let the bluster
Smother your muster!
*When you're in a hurry
stop to catch a flurry.
*A flurry today
keeps the hurry away.
Observations from register 5
The rush of slipping, sliding automobiles;
of wet feet and wet noses;
in the midst a hush a top the trees.
*Don't let the bluster
Smother your muster!
*When you're in a hurry
stop to catch a flurry.
*A flurry today
keeps the hurry away.
Observations from register 5
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