handwritten on January 28, 2019
It always gets me when I have just listened to a fabulous song, but I have no clue who wrote it, I cannot remember a single lyric or remember how to find it. This has happened to me countless times, and it always shocks me because I generally pride myself in taking time to listen to lyrics. I'm guessing the real issue is my memory is simply not that good.
My major motivation for creating 365 days of whimsy was to celebrate the days I continue to have here on earth. After a pretty terrifying car accident before my holiday break, I am now living every day with clear intention, glory and praise. Though I have continued to move forward (with always some slight setbacks,) I found myself...
handwritten on January 26, 2019
One should never understimate the power of food, love and more good food. No one appreciates a meal more than my husband or my brother. I used to think both of them were ridiculous. However, I think there is nothing wrong with being a "foodie." If anything food is a simple reminder to be thankful for what we have but also enjoy new flavors and new conversations and just the beauty in simple pleasures.
Generally, there is one day over the weekend where my husband is required to work "late." Late could mean 6:00 or 7:00 or even 8:00. It depends on the day. Nevertheless, on Saturday, I generally go food shopping at our nearby Aldi market, and I have lately been allowing myself to buy...
handwritten on January 25, 2019
Today was a day filled with instruction, tying lose ends of all subjects, discussions, close-reading and the list goes on and on. Life is a lot like a worm. It squiggles, it flops, and it moves at varying speeds. Sometimes, the wiggle is in a positive direction and other times the wiggle is a sign of losing focus, distraction or even magical whimsy. If you have ever seen a young child squirming in his or her seat, you probably have a pretty good idea of the definition formulating inside my own head.
Today was the perfect worm day. We had squiggling in all directions-most of it good. We started the morning with a lesson on rectilinear shapes only to realize that a student had thrown up all...
handwritten on January 24, 2019
Growing up in church, we used to have Sundays known as "Donut Sundays" now called "Hospitality Sundays." In truth, I had never really focused on the word hospitality. I had jumped straight to the word "donut" and knew that this day always created happiness when there was cream and chocolate inside my mouth and of course sprinkles. Hospitality in my mind was just happiness. In my case, donuts satisfied the sweet tooth I always suffered from. Hositality was the same as saying Happiness Sundays.
I do not think I ever realized my mistake in this working definition until tonight. My husband and myself were invited over to the house of a fourth year resident. I had heard a lot about this...
handwritten on January 23, 2019
Today, I came home and realized that I was beginning Wednesday evening with a bit of a cold. I sat down to complete some paperwork, and I decided to get up, make myself a cup of tea with honey and then continue the rest of my schoolwork I had brought home with me. Tea really creates a simplicity. It has the uncanny ability to cut out all the "extra" thoughts and allows for peaceful focus. Tea really is an underrated beverage. While the rest of the world is amping themselves up with coffee and sugar and the latest mocha frappacino, you should really try tea sometime. For me, it allows for unbothered contemplation.
As I neared the end of my work and thus the end of my cup, I knew once again...
