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non me lo so spiegare
Dear friends:
I found this for free online and thought I would share. I know several people have been searching for it since it is not on itunes.
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scrambled eggs : the french way : fried?
Monday:
I woke up this morning as I often do, on a sofa in the house of someone else . Over the weekend I purchased some amazing groceries from eastern market and swore off all trips to establishments that require money for the week. I use only fresh ingredients so I was a like a little school girl when I returned with the plunder of my trip, but that is neither here nor there. Let us return. Monday morning I woke up and glancing around the room saw my dear friend Steve cooking. Upon closer investigation he was making eggs with fresh basil leaves and parmigiano reggiano. Immediately I learned that these were not scrambled eggs but fried fluffy eggs the french way, with a little lemon juice to top this "strangely intriguing" dish off, we rejoiced in the God of all sunlight beaming through the windows the moment at hand. I opened the Bible and let the Detroit sun warm the pages my fingers turned.
psalm 116:7 I said to myself, "Relax, because the Lord takes care of you.
matthew 5:4 They are blessed who grieve, for God WILL comfort them.
psalm 108:1 God, my heart is steady. I will sing and praise you with all my being.
I once said that if I could be a professional in anything it would be communication. Everyone who knows me knows that I will be ever-striving not just to talk, but to communicate. I will do everything I can to have the right words and actions in every situation. Well I have seen myself at a loss for words recently and so the blog may seem random but its a collection from the mind. Heart to Head to Blog. Imagine me reading this and even perhaps envision a dusty room on a high floor of a crowded noisy apartment building with crumpled paper in and around a trash can to my left. A small incandescent lamp illuminates my fingers, typewriter and the dust, but is clearly insufficient to light the small one room home/work space. I am pouring over my work realizing that sometimes the first thoughts are the best thoughts.
With no words left I have God's. They don't fail.
p.s. some wonka…wisdom
MR. SALT: What is this, Wonka? Some kind of fun house?
WONKA: Why, having fun?
MRS. TEEVEE: I've had enough. I'm not going in there.
MR. BEAUREGADE: Come on, Violet, we're getting out of here.
WONKA: Oh, you can't get out backwards. You've gotta go
forwards to go back. Better press on.
whoa…that's deep 
Andy