handwritten on January 19, 2019
I think I have thought much about searching for whimsy outside my own heart but have failed to realize that we all have our own personal whimsies to be thankful for.
As my husband and myself were cooking dinner Saturday night, he stopped for a moment and said, "You know, I haven't thought about it for a while, but the two of us standing side by side in this kitchen is my favorite whimsy of all." And for those of you who do not know our story of whimsy, I agree that this, too among all the other remarkable moments of life remains my favorite personal whimsy as well. The way in which our lives came to intersect is all the proof one needs to believe in the "do part of faith" and the...
handwritten on January 18, 2019
For as long as I can remember (probably started sometime during high school) I have been fascinated- or perhaps a stronger word is needed-obsessed with the Hallmark Channel. For many, Hallmark is the stereotypical definition of what it means to embrace whimsy, whimsy in love and whimsy in season. Which ironically, creates a sense of hatred. "You watch THAT?" I've been scoffed at many times by old and young alike. To which I always reply, "I've always had an old soul." And with a smile, I usually continue on my way.
I've contemplated many times whether or not The Hallmark Channel has in fact been damaging to my perception of whimsy. However, unlike many who are snap chatting and texting and...
handwritten on January 17, 2019
Tonight I arrived home from a beginning orchestra concert (where my third graders had their first musical concert experience) and I immedietely conversed with my husband about where "date night" might occur tomorrow evening. For whatever reason, we began talking about Industry and their giant pretzel (as well as wings.) It was 9:00 on a Thursday and my husband said, "Let's go to Industry now." I said, "I'm not so sure about that." "I can wait until tomorrow I think."
And that one pretzel turned into a talk about food and food cravings and our experience at a Korean restaurant last week and then future experiences we wish to have. I think for about one hour we talked about all the places we...
handwritten on January 16, 2019
Although today's whimsy is not necessarily an account, it is a realization. As I have learned in my encounter with writing and contemplating life every day, realizations are sometimes small pathways leading to new branches and new whimsies. Driving to work today I realized how unwhimsical silence is to me. In the car but also in everyday life=silence is the opposite of whimsical. It could be described as undesirable but even more so almost frightening. Deafening. All-consuming darkness.
This realization is not to be depressing but enlightening. Because I do think there is whimsy found in silence but I have yet to understand how to tap into it or realize it or even find it. Most...
handwritten on January 15, 2019
My mother introduced me to the Old English Rhyme on my wedding day "Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Something Blue." If you are interested in the origins of such a rhyme and the symbolism behind it, a good little google search will give you all the information you need.
For me, I realized today that all four parts of this verse reflect the ingredients needed to create true whimsy. Today, after a long few weeks and continued driver's anxiety, I finally was able to secure a new/used car.
Something Old: For me, this car is old. Certainly, it's not old in age but it represents an older version of myself. I am no longer a college student, I have endured a few roadside battles...
