tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10294353.post8967030644065309264..comments2023-11-02T08:23:06.850-04:00Comments on studio 78 notes: it is rainingUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10294353.post-48171235306719067592008-08-17T23:37:00.000-04:002008-08-17T23:37:00.000-04:00Sounds that evoke comfort for me are the sound and...Sounds that evoke comfort for me are the sound and site of my sleeping children, or the sound of a light rain falling outside. <BR/>My sisters are brought back to mind immediately when I hear the song "We Are Family", we used to sing that sometimes when we did chores on Sat morn, hairbrush microphones and all. I'm smiling just remembering.<BR/>BTW, I am black tea, very apropos.Gracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06096246273453353140noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10294353.post-65235598582243832332008-08-17T10:39:00.000-04:002008-08-17T10:39:00.000-04:00I am white tea. Have arrived in Michigan and am lu...I am white tea. Have arrived in Michigan and am luxuriating in all the sights, sounds, and smells I'm lucky to experience once a year in the Northwoods.Rachelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16995144818340086768noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10294353.post-54132835774578120642008-08-16T11:43:00.000-04:002008-08-16T11:43:00.000-04:00I'm black tea too, but I might be different if I t...I'm black tea too, but I might be different if I took the quiz on a different day. I was torn between answers several times.<BR/><BR/>The popular music of my youth is an instant memory when I hear it. The smell of sagebrush and juniper, dusty and sharp, brings back the little house in the foothills where I grew up and especially summer mornings sitting on the front stoop eating my cheerios before it got really hot out. Crickets, frogs, flashlights in the dark. The smell of ozone after a summer thunderstorm. The earthy taste of carrots pulled out of the ground and rinsed with a garden hose. <BR/><BR/>Wonderful post, Rayna.Terry Granthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16650965451863656517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10294353.post-11580599604688790172008-08-15T18:28:00.000-04:002008-08-15T18:28:00.000-04:00white tea.today a dear friend was here for a bit. ...white tea.<BR/>today a dear friend was here for a bit. In the course of conversation asked about the location of a particular Health Food Store in town. <BR/>He needed a particular soap: sandlewood scented. The first time he encountered this as an adult it brought back strong memories of his Gramma who made her soap: lye, etc and sandlewood.<BR/><BR/>Scent is one of the primal triggers for all of us.<BR/><BR/>I have different triggers: sound, scent, texture. <BR/>another time.<BR/>does it have to do with pheremones?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10294353.post-32306395378366491162008-08-15T12:34:00.000-04:002008-08-15T12:34:00.000-04:00I'm black tea, too - and the smell of potato kugel...I'm black tea, too - and the smell of potato kugel brings back my grandmother. Yes, the fragrance of the earth after rain -- and when it is warm, it smells like Florida to me. Let's not forget the smell of freshly-cut grass, although that apparently varies from place to place NJ grass smells sweeter to me. Oops- the smell of the ocean - at least the Atlantic, which smells different - more briny than the Pacific.<BR/><BR/>How nice to have this conversation with friends...Raynahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02981832263645584878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10294353.post-90278061525760326852008-08-15T12:29:00.000-04:002008-08-15T12:29:00.000-04:00Chai tea (which I don't like, by the way)- but the...Chai tea (which I don't like, by the way)- but the description was pretty accurate, especially the part about having international tastes.<BR/>What brings memories? The Beatles music, especially the earlier; the sounds of a mountain brook takes me back to summers camping in the Sierras. As for tastes, the ones that immediately come to mind are the foods I hated as a child- my grandmother's hominy grits, black eyed peas, and lima beans. Yuck- and my taste for those hasn't changed!Beverlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08679598993090941074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10294353.post-48742231427827131242008-08-15T10:02:00.000-04:002008-08-15T10:02:00.000-04:00I forgot train whistles! Dad was a train engineer...I forgot train whistles! Dad was a train engineer, so everytime I hear a whistle I think of him!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10294353.post-44839971057979106392008-08-15T09:57:00.000-04:002008-08-15T09:57:00.000-04:00Ok, I'm black tea...bold personality..not afraid o...Ok, I'm black tea...bold personality..not afraid of being myself...courage to speak the truth...I did think ice tea sounded good, and green tea too!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10294353.post-68800982053656412702008-08-15T09:22:00.000-04:002008-08-15T09:22:00.000-04:00I haven't taken the test yet...but wanted to share...I haven't taken the test yet...but wanted to share what comforts me...I have my grandmother's pressure cooker. The sound of the chuck rocking backing and forth comforts me and reminds me of my grandmother and home.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10294353.post-7421367180980009322008-08-15T09:18:00.000-04:002008-08-15T09:18:00.000-04:00green tea woman here...so much of my creative work...green tea woman here...so much of my creative work is rooted in memories...defined by music, lights and shadows, furniture, food, dialect and voices, and foods.<BR/><BR/>my taste buds suck...now that i'm thinking about it so does my hearing and sense of smell.<BR/><BR/>i'm off to my workshop...you have a great weekend!Karodahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12659789966973636488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10294353.post-67241925963031739492008-08-15T09:01:00.000-04:002008-08-15T09:01:00.000-04:00White tea here... sigh! Rayna, I couldn't have sa...White tea here... sigh! Rayna, I couldn't have said it better about blogging. I tend to isolate, but love that there are so many of us out there who share our love of creating! I feel connected when I read a post by someone who feels as I do. <BR/>Sounds: crickets, rain, thunder, birds, the drone of a small plane overhead; the shrill sound of a man whistling to get someone's attention... not the wolf-whistle, but the dad (come here now!) whistle <BR/>smells: the yard after it rains, violets, roses, lilacs... cookies in the oven<BR/>taste: chicken and noodles. It's a grandma thing! But I also feel the same about several homemade soups... they tie me to my childhood. Maybe that's why I love to make them!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10294353.post-57964351981540348832008-08-15T08:49:00.000-04:002008-08-15T08:49:00.000-04:00Black tea as well!Beautifully written piece Rayna....Black tea as well!<BR/>Beautifully written piece Rayna. <BR/>Send that rain south Sistah...boy do we need it here in my little town.<BR/><BR/>xoJudyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04787074582148834510noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10294353.post-24905399456229603942008-08-15T03:39:00.000-04:002008-08-15T03:39:00.000-04:00black tea here.sounds?river noises: water lapping ...black tea here.<BR/>sounds?<BR/>river noises: water lapping up against the shores, boat/ship motors, the calliope. ditto the accompanying air traffic: choppers,seaplanes. the way the sounds change b4 and after storms/hurricanes...<BR/>boy you've unleashed a flood of memories and thoughts with this one, rayna!cfenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00333589512760709549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10294353.post-87904884715125890432008-08-14T20:55:00.000-04:002008-08-14T20:55:00.000-04:00I am iced tea and it describes me quite well. I wi...I am iced tea and it describes me quite well. I wish we had the cool pitter patter of rain. It is 100° in the shade today and I have the crud virus.Gerriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06292762162661584206noreply@blogger.com