handwritten on January 31, 2019
At least once or twice a week I visit Carnegie Main Library in Oakland. I just adore this library. I have always found comfort studying with the books of the world. Books are not judgmental but filled with the hope of the future and knowledge not yet held onto. The people there are simply beautiful people. I have called so many times due to missing books, overdue books or needing to order books, and every single time they respond with kindness and grace. Embarrassingly, I am at the library so often that most people behind the desk know me by name or at least, they recognize my face. But hey, at the end of my life if I am famous only at the Main Library, that is all I need. I consider my...
handwritten on January 30, 2019
Today is going to be a rather brief entry. Due to cold weather, all the schools had off today and thus I found myself with my mother and my brother's fiance enjoying a nice and relaxing lunch at Eatn'Park. Actually, it was qute lovely to see families, elders and young alike flock to such a warm place on such a cold day. It is no secret that there is joy found in sharing a meal with another.
Towards the end of the meal, I watched as a young boy and his grandmother enjoyed a nice meal together. There were no electronics but just good old fashioned talking. I thought to myself that this is a rarity nowadays when most of the time individuals are texting on their phones as an adult or friend is...
handwritten on January 29, 2019
How often do we use these words before going to bed at night: "I wish I had more time..." "If only this would hurry up and finish I could do A. B. and C." "Can it just be Friday already?" I think half of our lives (though I am not a statitician) are spent wishing we were somewhere else in time. Most of the time, we wish we were in the future (not the past.) Truly, very rarely do I hear people say, "Gosh. I wish it was last Friday again." "I wish it that day 10 years ago again." If we aren't careful you know, we will simply wish away our time. However, I do find myself doing the same thing sometimes. In fact, lately I have been refusing to think about the future but rather trying to live in...
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...
