I’m hoping to give some cooking lessons to a few friends in the not-too distant future, just basic stuff.  It should be fun; I do love teaching, and I have come to realize that I love cooking, too.  It’s just an excellent way to practice basic improv skills, and sense memory, and sense imagination.  I feel like it’s so applicable to the rest of life, as well as having the potential to be both a meditative private ritual and an invigorating social ritual.

I made great spanakopita this weekend, and biked, and hiked, and played frisbee.  I was productive, too—I achieved in 2 hours what would have likely taken me a day to a day and a half had I been in the office.  This is consistent.

I was sent this link, which made my day.

I played concertina, I sang.  I began to learn a new song, Farewell to Nova Scotia.

And yet, I still feel the pull of the East as strong as ever.