Indian food

Today I went to Vik's with my family and ate Indian food. I'm cutting some slack keeping kosher when I eat out. Being strict definitely helps one save $. I've never been to India, but there was a hint of the craziness there with the line for food, waiting for a table, and the techno music they were playing. Between the brunch at the Thai buddhist temple an Vik's it feels like half of Berkeley is eating out on Sunday. Hearing stories of m brother's trip there and seeing pictures gives me a little wanderlust.

into the wilderness

We have begun the reading of the book of Exodus. A few things that bug me-when people get together for a shabbat meal, and no words of Torah are mentioned. its up to me to make it happen. Another one is when people ask the ? "is he/she frum? or "how long have you been frum? we're all frum somewhere...

purging is is a process

For those of you who haven't had the pleasure, i have a character-the Purple Princess who likes to speak primarily with the letter P. There will be more postings as Purim approaches.I'm at my mom's house, and whoah, is it a process to have perspective with all of the papers, pencils, pens, paperclips. I need to put things in their place. To see what is primary and purge the rest.

holidaze

ok people how many hours left of shopping. who cares? I did find myself walking the aisles of Wholy foods checking out labels-people will pay a premium for purity. took the train down to Palo Alto and missed the farmers market, but went to the local health food store, where products that are produced locally are labeled on the shelf. the sun is shining, going to get out of the clutter of my mom's house-please keep me sane, its just her mindset and hit some tennis balls. May we tap into the creativity of the full moon. on that subject, my friend Aviva who has a Chabad house in Eugene OR is reconnecting with her Berkeley sisters, and has a few projects up her sleeve. stay tuned

the smell of shabbos

The kitchen is smelling of shabbos with kugel with sundried tomatoes, striped beets as well as purple califlower, and an apple cranberry crisp. The carrots from the farmers market are sweet like candy. May we be nourished in both body and soul.

clear skies, open heart

It finally rained. one of those mornings it would be nice to stay in bed, but my fertile mind wouldn't let me. Went to the Breema center today and received a treatment. mmm. Being present helps me be in this world. Entertaining fantasies of living on a mountain with a bed and breakfast. all possibilites are in this moment.

princess in search of a palace

its time for a home. I have to say that I'm a bit of a princess, and who wants to pay rent after living rent free for the past half year. I am presently staying in a palace. but...its not mine. It seems a waste to pay rent. Wouldn't I rather live off the grid surrounded by trees rather than in an a claustrophobic urban gridlock? I'm out searching, and have faith when I'm clear, I'll manifest it. I want a holy home for shabbat guests. A sanctuary. we all know where the true home is, this is temporary.

the rain has finally come. hopefully it will nourish whats parched.

baked not fried

Kislev has left and now that I've fixed sleep, I seem to be keeping late nights, not good for the liver-the organ that gets fixed this month. I made latkes with my friend at a Hanukah party the 6th night-vegan ones that were baked, they came out cripsy and Jesse made baked purple potatoes with carmelized onions. Its Zot Chanukah, and I'm holding it in my highest vision to elevate the sparks that I need to here so I may merit to return to my true home, Eretz Yisrael, soon. Blessings to all that we hold up our visions to infinite possibilities.

I need to get a reality show going with my adventures of Adamama, I really do facilitate some entertaining experiences...