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From Hubby: An Instant Pot! Basically an electric combination Pressure Cooker/Slow Cooker/Steamer. At the moment the main use is for me to be able to make the elixir of life bone broth. The slow cooker took three days and drove me nuts with house smelling like bone broth for that entire period. The pressure cooker took a good four hours and required keeping the stove on for that period and me getting up in the middle of the night to turn it off. Yesterday I set the timer, the broth cooked in about three hours and then turned itself off and the result has gelled beautifully. The bones were reduced to absolute rubble so I know that all the collagen goodness is in the broth.

I got the Montgomery Clift/Elizabeth Taylor fic of my dreams including actual sex, along with all the angst, Hollywood dirt and twisted emotions I see in those two beautiful creatures.

If that's your jam, please go HERE and bestow the love it deserves.

From Yoga:
We're in the month that Laughing Lotus devotes to Saints, Sages, Gurus etc. and my beloved teacher, Adrianna has shared this poem by Hafiz with us in a few classes. It speaks to me and always makes me smile. I share it with you. It says a lot about the journey we are all on, even the horror-show that has been this year for so many of us. (Really, 2016? George Michael...really?) I haven't had the time to do the RIPs much this year, and honestly...it's been such an onslaught it would be a full-time job.

Cast All Your Votes for Dancing by Hafiz

I know the voice of depression
Still calls to you.

I know those habits that can ruin your life
Still send their invitations.

But you are with the Friend now
And look so much stronger.

You can stay that way
And even bloom!

Keep squeezing drops of the Sun
From your prayers and work and music
And from your companions' beautiful laughter.

Keep squeezing drops of the Sun
From the sacred hands and glance of your Beloved
And, my dear,
From the most insignificant movements
Of your own holy body.

Learn to recognize the counterfeit coins
That may buy you just a moment of pleasure,
But then drag you for days
Like a broken man
Behind a farting camel.

You are with the Friend now.
Learn what actions of yours delight Him,
What actions of yours bring freedom
And Love.

Whenever you say God's name, dear pilgrim,
My ears wish my head was missing
So they could finally kiss each other
And applaud all your nourishing wisdom!

O keep squeezing drops of the Sun
From your prayers and work and music
And from your companions' beautiful laughter
And from the most insignificant movements
Of your own holy body.

Now, sweet one, be wise.
Cast all your votes for Dancing!
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