There is so much music they moves us, so it’s hard to pick one, especially for me. Because of that, I’ll choose one that I haven’t seen yet but deeply hits me hard: John Coltrrane’s “A Love Supreme”. It came at the peak of his career. The first three parts were supple, mysterious, joyful sparkles of light, like dragonflies and butterflies dashing and fluttering on a beautiful summer day. Pure smiles, floating heart stuff. Then the final act hits. It’s a prayer of gratitude and reverence, a reflection of the magesty of existence. It gripped my head and heart, leaving me vulnerable and open, crying in awe.

I love this album with all my heart. And yes, it makes me weep in rapture every time I hear it.

Acknowledgement Resolution Pursuance Psalm

The depth of your grief is an expression of the deepness of your love. I promise the pain will subside, but it will take time. You will get through this. And your memories will give you a bittersweet comfort.

Cats are wonderful. However they’re also stubborn. If you want a cat to not bug you for something, never give in. One you do, you lose. They’ll outlast you.

For some reason, I thought of Reverend Dexter from Babylon 5

“Every day, here and at home, we are warned about the enemy. But who is the enemy? Is it the alien? Well, we are all alien to one another. Is it the one who believes differently than we do? No, not at all, my friends. The enemy is fear. The enemy is ignorance. The enemy is the one who tells you that you must hate that which is different. Because, in the end, that hate will turn on you. And that same hate will destroy you.”, followed by the hymn

It still hits me hard, one of the best juxtaposition scenes in a series. Chilling and beautiful.

That was also realistically powerful. I am glad I made it through the picture, if only to be reminded of the horror of sending young men to kill each other. Saving Private Brian is a masterpiece, but most of us aren’t capable of more than a single viewing.

The opening starts with D-Day and it destroyed my emotions. I was ricocheting from terror to grief back to terror and being drowned in sensory overload. Twenty minutes of cinema around the horror of war and the mass infliction of death was unbearable. I cried for an hour afterwards and I can never bring myself to watch it again. The movie was definitely a masterpiece, and it’s a story that should be told, but it is brutal.

Corralary would be “It’s fine to admit I don’t know”. Being open to my ignorance and blind spots allows me to learn. This is good advice to everyone, but especially to those who are used to having a lot of knowledge, or at least think they do.

The “We want your money but get outta here” stools. Just seeing them in a restaurant is enough to make me want to leave.

Microwaves are going for making ganache…