i think many thoughts and often with a furiously enthusiastic intent to share them. in any given day i experience countless moments of pause, shaking head and furrowing brow after humoring a winding train of thought. lines and spools and webs of ideas unfurl, cascading from mind to mouth to hand, excited, buzzing, ripe for exploration until they encounter the gate — invented, imagined, but redoubtable despite — through which so few ideas live on to see the space beyond my own eyes and ears. it’s a barrier constructed to dismiss thoughts that aren’t finished and ready to forever represent the perspective of jaime, succinctly, and with unmistakable clarity. this dance i’ve learned in social spaces. i have observed that not many people like to think about big pictures or gritty details when, say, enjoying beer or playing a game or eating a sandwich with friends (in other words, experiencing the state of being), and even less when the stream of consciousness is slowed by awkward and labored speech, as it is with me. rather than fight the current, i step out of the water. this dance keeps me safe and quiet, albeit dry.
using my voice to shape ideas into sentences isn’t really my jam anyway, but my difficulties with the process gets me thinking about problems and potentialities of all media and expression. visual art, music, fiction, gaming, poetry; do we see one thing or anything at the heart of it all? do we groom ourselves to recognize story in certain forms but not others? where does the medium of the blog fit into our understanding of story, of time, communication, and sharing? the blog is an interesting creature: written, but not just; a journal, but social, too; a chronological collection of posts that grows with time as the words remain static in their pages. what are opportunities and consequences that come with the medium — that each post can both stand on its own and be conceptualized as part of an overarching narrative? i suppose it’s different for every blog and author and reader.
i imagine the blogspace as the ground in which story is cultivated. collections of moments, snapshots, pauses, and pit stops, not pruned but nurtured; allowed to bud and root and ramble over time; and where nothing is out of place because it all exists in the realm of our experience, and so we share. i envision my own blog as a chronicle, but not a quest for permanence. it is adventure, one moment at a time, with no point or purpose; it never began and it cannot end. it is ephemeral and always; both and neither. and you, here, reading — we are together in this space where my space is our space, and our time, created and lasting forever and never and now, is real. you don’t need me and i don’t need you and thus our common ground is a fair and unexpectant place; not a commodified funnel of knowledge or betterness but a platform for equal exchange, open and ripe for everything. i acknowledge our mutual unneeding to celebrate our intentional togetherness. next time you’re here we’ll both be elsewhere, different, if only by calendar measure. the thought of reconvening in this shared space despite the streaming of time and experience makes my heart sing. ours is the story. creating meaning among mists. standing in crystallized pockets of time within the everflowing river of it.
i want to embrace ephemerality as a theme of and an opportunity for sharing and engaging in my life. i endeavor to allow myself more space — with my voice, my pen, camera, blog, musical instruments, all of it — to share. to communicate my ideas with the same color and whimsy and rage as they exist in my mind. not with the goal of making my voice heard; instead, just to reach mine out to yours and make sense of it all together. and so i share. there are recipes, yes, but this is not a food blog. there is food, but it’s not my focus. i don’t share recipes because my cooking is any better than anyone else’s. (it’s not.) and i don’t share my writing because i’m special. (i’m not.) i’m here; i’m alive. i eat, i love and laugh and reflect and cry and stare and judge and adore and taste and imagine and invent and identify and worry and appreciate and so do you. that makes me excited like words can’t touch. and so i share.
- ½ frozen banana
- ½ cup raspberries
- 3-4 tablespoons tahini
- 2-3 teaspoons honey
- ~ a cup of almond milk
- place all ingredients in blender carafe. switch on adventure mode. press go. sing a song. add more almond milk if necessary for smooth smoothness.
try it with other berries, too -- strawberry + tahini is delicious
also, this is ridiculously tasty with a bit of coconut milk added to the almond.
other smoothies to try
- peanut butter & jelly smoothie
- raspberry tahini smoothie + blogging, sharing, humaning
- (pine)apple mango smoothie with vanilla & black tea + links of late
- spiced apple smoothie + thoughts on food and sharing
- salted chocolate tahini shake
- turmeric drinks, hot and cold : moon milk tea + moon smoothie
- spanish-style spinach and chickpeas + a ginger-peach yogurt shot