handwritten on July 14, 2019
You've had those moments where you feel pride in doing something that you have not done in a while. But there are also those moments in life where you feel a rush of pride and energy whilst completing that activity you have not completed in a while. Sundays are like mini celebrations. I think I started celebrating by trying to complete a full day of work on Friday and Saturday and just "tying up the loose ends" on Saturday. I woke up to some great music at church, followed by sun shining through the park, some gardening and flower watering out back, a hello to the neighbors, a trip to my favorite local library and much more. But my biggest celebration was my running route across the bridge...
handwritten on July 13, 2019
A long time ago during my piano lesson piano recital days, I played a song. I can rememebr the cover of the song because it had someone sleeping in a hammock. Unfortunately, I cannot for the life of me remember the exact name, but I know that piece is still somewhere in the piano bench just waiting to be played again. And I also remember that this was during the time my piano teacher was really teaching me how to play with "feeling." We were striving for this feeling of swaying in a hammock and feeling the breeze, and I remember being pretty in awe with the piece because the way in which it was written-it actually sounded like you were swinging on a hammock over the piano keys. First time...
handwritten on July 11, 2019
There is something to be said about the calm before the storm and unexpected mishaps. There was a lull when I came in this morning. I thought I had time to grab a cup of tea at the school with a little spoonful of sugar. I sat down for a second and watched the skies darken and the rain rushed down like excited torrents spilling from the sky. It was quite honestly peaceful to listen to that rush of a waterfall pounding on the roof. Then all of a sudden, life started spilling down around me too and before I knew it, the bus going to summer academy was was stuck, teachers were calling me reporting garbage cans rolling down the stream on the sidewalk, roads were closed, small children were...
handwritten on July 10, 2019
Figuratively, we "pass the dough" everyday of our lives. Dough not being money but stories and experience, memories and ideas. Our parents, through the years, give slices of their pies to us in the hopes that we will take the recipe and leave the old but add new ideas and seasonings and love to a different generation of dough-one that we will pass on to our own children.
We all have family recipes that are tangible, meaningful. Some we have heard about and tried and other times we have simply kept the memory pie to share without every having recreated our own. And sometimes, that is okay too.
My parents have always talked about their dating days, and the one story that always arises is...
handwritten on July 9, 2019
Probably one of the most beautiful things on earth is watching small preschool friends explore their universe. The way they see their world and interpret emotions and their creativity are really so far advanced-if we are too busy we might miss the fact that we may be the wisest beings when we are that small. Small in size but strength in mind.
It was about 90 degrees out today, and I was walking around taking pictures. I came upon the pre-K friends who were just making their way out into the foyer to collect some very large foam blocks to bring outside and make a spaceship. If you did not know what they were doing, you would have never guess they were trying to make a spaceship. But it...
