Arcata bay artisan~ jacoby storehouse building, the plaza arcata

Many hands gallery in eureka old town

my website: www.geocities.com/leilyn/

Dragonfly Chai

8 cups black tea
15 cinnamon sticks broken
1 ½ cup whole cloves (more?)
5 heaping T black pepper
½ cup clove powder
½ cup ground ginger (maybe more?)
¼ cup ground nutmeg
½ cup dried chunky ginger
¼ cup jamaican allspice
2½ cup crystallized ginger cut small
1 t cardamon powdered
2 lrg piece of fresh ginger
50 cardamon pods
2 T orange peel
3 T whole allspice
¼ cup cinnamon
1 cup honey per gallon?

add all ingrediants together and then grate fresh ginger over the tea.
let dry out before placing in bags. use 1 T per cup or
use 3 cups for two gallons of tea, with two cups of honey.

my gramma always called this nothing to eat in the house soup....

ingrediants vary greatly depending on what you have around. start with what leftovers you can find, rice, beans, stir fry, whatever it is you have on hand. bring a bunch of water to boil while adding any of the following ingrediants if you have them....
leftovers
garlic
chili powder
curry
other seasoning
a T of brown sugar
a teaspoon of salt (more?)
a pinch of pepper
tamari or soy sauce
three T of peanut butter
(yes peanut butter -i usually put more than three scoops.)
tofu
carrots
potatoes
green beans
corn
peppers
squash any kind

then at the last minute root around in your fridge until you find a few more things to throw in there....

my favorite last minute ingrediant is coconut milk!!

digital camera
someone to help me sell my art
little piece of earth to cultivate
in the meantime a place (peaceful) to park my van
good times with the family
someone to make me laugh!!
a good job, without out too much weirdness...
more hugs more cuddling
a house sitting gig?
a kind brother/lover friend
to finally make it back to canada
a sister to sing with...
a good place to go out dancing
some new sci fi vids

At every instant and from every side, resounds the call of Love:
We are going to sky, who wants to come with us?
We have gone to heaven, we have been the friends of the angels,
And now we will go back there, for there is our country.
We are higher than heaven, more noble than the angels:
Why not go beyond them? Our goal is the Supreme Majesty.
What has the fine pearl to do with the world of dust?
Why have you come down here? Take your baggage back. What is this place?

~Seeds feed awhile on ground,
then lift up into the sun.

So you should taste the filtered light
and work your way toward wisdom
with no personal covering.
That's how you came here, like a star
without a name. Move across the night sky
with those anonymous lights~


~The drum of the realization of the promise is beating,
we are sweeping the road to the sky. Your joy is here today, what remains for tomorrow?
The armies of the day have chased the army of the night,
Heaven and earth are filled with purity and light.
Oh! joy for he who has escaped from this world of perfumes and color!
For beyond these colors and these perfumes, these are other colors in the heart and the soul.
Oh! joy for this soul and this heart who have escaped~

~For years I pulled my own existence out of emptiness.
Then one swoop, one swing of the arm,
that work is over.
Free of who I was, free of presence, free of dangerous fear, hope,
free of mountainous wanting.
The here-and-now mountain is a tiny piece of a piece of straw
blown off into emptiness.
These words I'm saying so much begin to lose meaning:
Existence, emptiness, mountain, straw:
Words and what they try to say swept
out the window, down the slant of the roof. ~


~Gone to the Unseen

At last you have departed and gone to the Unseen.
What marvelous route did you take from this world?

Beating your wings and feathers,
you broke free from this cage.
Rising up to the sky
you attained the world of the soul.
You were a prized falcon trapped by an Old Woman.
Then you heard the drummer's call
and flew beyond space and time.

As a lovesick nightingale, you flew among the owls.
Then came the scent of the rosegarden
and you flew off to meet the Rose.

The wine of this fleeting world
caused your head to ache.
Finally you joined the tavern of Eternity.
Like an arrow, you sped from the bow
and went straight for the bull's eye of bliss.

This phantom world gave you false signs
But you turned from the illusion
and journeyed to the land of truth.

You are now the Sun -
what need have you for a crown?
You have vanished from this world -
what need have you to tie your robe?
I've heard of living at the center, but what about
leaving the center of the center?
Flying toward thankfulness, you become
the rare bird with one wing made of fear,
and one of hope.
O heart, what a wonderful bird you are.
Seeking divine heights,
Flapping your wings,
you smashed the pointed spears of your enemy.

The flowers flee from Autumn, but not you -
You are the fearless rose
that grows amidst the freezing wind.

Pouring down like the rain of heaven~



~ the body's desires, in another way, are like
an unpredictable associate, whom you must be
patient with. And that companion is helpful,
because patience expands your capacity
to love and feel peace.
The patience of a rose close to a thorn
keeps it fragrant. It's patience that gives milk
to the male camel still nursing in its third year,
and patience is what the prophets show to us.

The beauty of careful sewing on a shirt
is the patience it contains.

Friendship and loyalty have patience
as the strength of their connection.

Feeling lonely and ignoble indicates
that you haven't been patient.

Be with those who mix with God
as honey blends with milk, and say,

"Anything that comes and goes,
rises and sets, is not
what I love." else you'll be like a caravan fire left
to flare itself out alone beside the road.~


~Come, come, whoever you are.
Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving.
It doesn't matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vow
a thousand times
Come, yet again, come, come.~


~God has given us a dark wine so potent that,
drinking it, we leave the two worlds.

God has put into the form of hashish a power
to deliver the taster from self-consciousness.

God has made sleep so
that it erases every thought.

God made Majnun love Layla so much that
just her dog would cause confusion in him.

There are thousands of wines
that can take over our minds.

Don't think all ecstacies
are the same!


Jesus was lost in his love for God.
His donkey was drunk with barley.

Drink from the presence of saints,
not from those other jars.

Every object, every being,
is a jar full of delight.

Be a conoisseur,
and taste with caution.

Any wine will get you high.
Judge like a king, and choose the purest,

the ones unadulterated with fear,
or some urgency about "what's needed."

Drink the wine that moves you
as a camel moves when it's been untied,

and is just ambling about. ~