the cats are free

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i love cats, and most of all, i love free cats: the kind of cats that can run around, do whatever they please, kiss the owners, play, eat plants, etc. -- you get the drift. of course their freedom is first and foremost awarded by their human friends, and since this is the general case, all cats that are free are pretty much owned by people that feel free themselves. when one is in complete connection with the higher things in life, when one understands rigid rules are but a human concoction and most of the time are painful to follow and downright useless (really!), their cats become a mirror for their souls. i have been in many houses, have many friends with cats, and, without meaning to disrespect anyone's set of rules and overall general lifestyle, i have to admit grace has the best cats in the world. needless to mention the connection between this fact and her family's values. ooops -- cat just ran over my computer's keyboard, i kissed it's wet nose, refused to sniff out his litle booty (which is what he expects i suppose, while he plants himself, behind first, on my right side).
i have just cooked dinner for grace and her family, a dinner mostly driven by regional and seasonal veggies: small on-the-vine tomatoes, stacked with fresh mozarella di buffala and opal basil, drizzled with grace's balsamic vinegar reduction; garlic naan pizzettas with shiitake mushrooms, soy sauce-marinated carrots, spring onions and petit-basque cheese; potatoes au natur (three kinds: red, yellow and blue) with beer-and-grapeseed oil-marinated beef steaks; a delicious arugula and cucumber salad in a lime-soy vinaigrette. sounds good? well, it was good. not to mention the wine!!!
it was wonderful having dinner with a bunch of people who couldn't care less i was eating with my hands, who couldn't care less if i was playing with the cats while eating, who were simply happy to have good food on the table and nice company all around. grace -- your parents are awesome people. can they adopt me, pleeeeeease?! 😊
love tha cats: alfie and baby.
as i have mentioned in my previous blog, time for reflection has come. enticed by the landscape of barren hills, of dust and the occasional car passing by a road too far away to hear, i am inclined towards meditation. most of you would probably laugh at this -- and you'd be right. i've never thought of meditation as a viable way for me to escape the everyday carapace and travel to the realms of unconsciousness. i am laughing myself as i am writing. but -- kali, my friend and spiritual healer (among many other thing she does), has been literally drilling this idea in me: MEDITATE, MEDITATE, MEDITATE. so maybe i should. maybe i should turn around 180 degrees, and accept what i've always thought as insane.
tonight i will meditate. i will close my eyes, and let my head free away everything that i cannot possibly change over the course of the next few days. just like that. i will sit down and think of nothing. the trouble with that is, of course, my mind drifting towards its daily over-analytical routine, but i am imagining, as only a beginner in the arts of the soul would, this too shall pass, and in time i will be able to meditate succesfully.
i mean, how many times have you, any of you, tried to do something that until now you thought ridiculous, repugnant, silly? exactly.


on a different note, mexico city sounds good right about now. mexico city, the first (or second?) largest city in the world. the amount of people living there is equal to the amount of people in ROMANIA!!! myeah! that said, the food should be amazing over there. mexican food has a tendency to turn away many people that don't grow up with it (aka myself), but after many researches, and many mexican meals later, it is quite believable that authentic mexican food has little to do with the food americans call "mexican." we all know by now that the burrito is only an invention to make american bellies happy(er). and tubbed guacamole? come on now!!!
in any case, aunthetic mexican food makes me shiver only when i think about it. the people, the food, the scenery, the energy in a country further south than i have ever been, well, tha's something to look forward to. cuban cigarettes, mescal, are only a few of the vices that hall entice my appetite, nothing more. i have never been much of a drinker, which does not mean, in any way, that i won't indulge sheepishly in the little earthly pleasures we tend to think of as bad habits.


i am leaving tomorrow, and will do my best to write from mexico. if not, excpect a lengthy story when i get back.
comments are always welcomed. just say hi folks :0
loves,
d

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[ioan]

if you plan on not thinking for a while, try taking the train from LA to Chicago. it leaves sometime at sunset and you'll wake up for at sunrise *if you do, if you sleep..* somewhere in the desert. beautiful. they have this car with seats facing giant windows, you can sit feet up and watch everything go by.. thoughts included.. eniuei.. enjoy mexico