Crying.

This one's dedicated to those whose hearts are empathetically driven.

Ever cried so much you feel like you could have filled up a cup of water and used it to hydrate yourself? (Yeah... thats gross. Unfortunately, I've seen Johnny Depp's Cry Baby one too many times.)
Crying is something I enjoy doing. It releases a lot of tension inside. It really is sacred to me.

I cry every day I'm pretty sure. Crying out of joy or because I was laughing too hard. Crying because my heart is breaking. Crying out of empathy for someone else. Crying because I am moved so deeply in my soul. Crying because the book was so good it reached out and squeezed my tear ducts. Crying at the end of Breakfast at Tiffany's. Good tears. Sad tears. Angry tears. Hopeful Tears. Tears.

The first time I cried during a movie is still humorously vivid in my mind. I was only five years old. The babysitter and I had popped in a random VHS. I have no idea what movie we watched but I remember it was about a broken relationship between a child and parent which ended up being restored at the end of the movie. As the credits scrolled up the screen, I remember sitting up and bursting into uncontrollable sobs. I'm sure my babysitter was utterly confused. She asked with concern, "Stacie what's wrong?" With huge gasps and tearful hiccups I managed to squeak out, "that was just so sad". I, myself, was confused. I had never been moved like that and didn't even know where the tears were coming from. This was my first encounter with empathy. I often wonder what my last will be.

So here's to tears. All kinds of tears. And simply letting them fall.

Coffee Shop Concerts

a celebration of music. along with an enchanting rain of bubbles, enough yellow balloons to make you wonder if you're suppose to be celebrating someone's birthday, and classic blurry pictures. I'm pretty sure there were people dressed up as giant leaves as well. This concert of undiscovered sounds was much better than the souless melodies I hear on the radio most days.

With every passing song I wanted to run up to the stage and fall into the welcoming arms the music was extending towards me. They were the kind of songs i've always wanted to be able to catch as they float around the room then tuck them in my pocket for a sad day. They reminded me of the joy of innocense. It was absurd and wonderful.

I was so enchanted I forgot to get a cup of coffee.

Italian Soda

Italian Cream Soda is in my top five favorite drinks.



Vanilla Italian Cream Soda, to be specific.

If you've had it, you know the best part about it really isn't the taste. It's the way the cream and the bubbly don't mix. For some chemistr-uh-nomical reason, the cream and the bubbly stay separate. Cream floats to the top. Bubbly lingers at the bottom. Simply fascinating.

I'm a curious person, therefore I decided to eavesdrop on the making of my drink to see what exactly I had fallen in love with.

Its a simple beautiful combination: club soda, vanilla syrup, and half & half.

Who knew?

With something this simple, I knew I had to try making it myself.

I don't find myself in the kitchen itching to bake treats or cook up what might be equivalent to a Thanksgiving meal...ever. I feel like a cat in water when I'm in the kitchen. I've been told i'm pretty pathetic for that, which might be true. Bring on the Ramen. (though if YOU like to cook up fun things, I'd love to help you eat that yummy funness.)

So I tried. Something wasn't right. I even poured it all in, in the same order my barista does; yet, for some reason it just didn't taste right. Sigh. Life Application: What do I learn from this? I learn to appreciate the magic touch my barista has with italian soda. And any time I have a dinner party, I'll remember to keep it simple and only serve tea and ready-made soda.

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