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Sunday, November 15, 2020

The One with Showering with Mumford and Sons

Today I spent time with my parents for the first time in several weeks. Together we shared a meal, laughs, and a few tears as we reminisced about my late uncle. 


The last time I saw my uncle before he died was with a few other family members. For this particular outing to Starbucks, our usual meeting spot, one of my aunts had gone deep into the archives and dug out one of their old junior high year books. The way those around the table rolled their eyes and the way their mouths formed into smirks as they all took turns flipping through the year book and reading aloud questionable messages from old loves and classmates will remain etched in my memory. 


For some reason, tonight while I was at my parent’s house, I dug out my senior year high school year book. There was a message scrawled on one of back pages from a girl I was good friends with at the time. She spoke to a truth that, even in my youthful naïveté, defined me then and still defines me now. “You have influenced me to be a better person and I thank you for that. You have the ability to set an example to the world and you’ve already started at Truman.”


Later, in the shower with suds soaking my locks and Mumford and Sons lyrics soaking my soul I was suddenly unable to differentiate between faucet water and tears. I don’t know if it’s the peaceful privacy to sing as loud as I want or the tranquil transparency of thought but the shower seems to be a weirdly consistent place of spiritual solitude. With the year book quote still on my mind I began thinking about the places and people that I have invested my love throughout my life.


“In these bodies we will live, in theses bodies we will die

And where you invest your love, you invest your life”


Where you invest your love, you invest your life. Damn true. I was lucky enough to have an abundance of loving influences in my life when I was young and I learned from them how to invest in life and love from early on. It’s never too early to invest in love. Others can see it clearly when we are confident in our truths and that friend of mine in high school saw mine.


“Let me learn from where I have been

Keep my eyes to serve and my hands to learn”


Let me learn from where I have been. God, the time in quarantine has certainly lent itself to self reflection. I certainly wouldn’t be where I am without all the good, bad, and ugly that I’ve experienced and God, have I learned from where I have been. I’ve been heaps of places with a diverse lot of people and have gained profusely from each. My continued prayer is to keep my eyes to serve and my hands to learn so that I can be the kind of example to the world that others have been to me. 


“I will learn to love the skies I’m under”


Whether I am at Starbucks with an empty seat next to me where my uncle should be, at home for days on end because the pandemic hasn’t ended yet, or in foreign lands eating mussels and frites I will learn to love the skies I’m under. I will be content to know that there are lessons to learn and ways to serve. And I will walk slow, as quarantine has taught me the beauty of slowing down, to more fully love and invest.


“I walk slow

I walk slow

Take my hand help me on my way”


We are better together. Community is important. We each have something to teach and we each have something to learn. May we walk hand in hand with each other along the way and be confident in our truths. 


Here’s to showering with Mumford and Sons and investing in love. 

Friday, September 25, 2020

Seclusion Series: The One with Covid Reads Part 2

This round of reads is all authors that I have previously read. 

The Great Alone by Kristin Hannah
"A thing can be true and not the truth."

At the start of quarantine I read Kristin Hannah for the first time. Luckily I purchased two of her books at once because I was ready for more after the first one. This book was hearty and rich both in character and in story. I give it two thumbs up and highly recommend if you like stories about the resilience and power of love and the danger and beauty of the Alaskan wilderness.


Will My Cat Eat My Eyeballs by Caitlin Doughty
"I'm not personally religious, but I am 100 percent game for centaur Jesus riding a chariot coming to pick me up for my descent into death."

Last year I read the same Caitlin Doughty book for more than one book club and it changed my life in many ways. I went back to her work for more insight and information and was not disappointed. I learned and laughed and for me that is a winning combination. 


The Position by Meg Wolitzer
"The truth was that if you paid attention to it, the sound of childhood ending was a terrible thing. If you were one of those supernaturally gifted people that could actually hear it, you would know that it was similar to glass shattering, or a body falling and hitting a surface, expecting that surface to be the accommodating body of a mother or father who would break the fall, but finding, instead, only the hard, hot sidewalk of the rest of life."

A few years ago I read Meg Wolitzer for the first time and did not love the story or the writing. I tend to give people too many second chances and decided to do the same with this author. Again, I did not love my time with this book. I was at least able to get some good quotes from it.


Dark Places by Gillian Flynn
" Worries find you easily enough without inviting them."

A Kansas City native, Gillian Flynn, will always attract my attention. Last summer on a road trip to Utah I read her work for the first time. This summer I decided to keep with the tradition and read Dark Places on a road trip to Colorado. Between the thrilling twists and familiar settings I was totally engrossed in this story and would recommend it to any fan of this genre, Kansas City native or not.


A Grief Observed by C.S. Lewis
"Grief is like a long valley, a winding valley where any bend may reveal a totally new landscape."

A Grief Observed was declared a read for family book club and fittingly, I did not get around to reading it until shortly after my uncle passed away. Although it took me awhile to find my groove in reading it, whether from dealing with my own grief or from struggling to keep pace with the author's thoughts, I finally found myself pausing to reflect and reread. It ended up taking me awhile to get through this book simply because I reread so many passages and wrote them down. (Yes, I have a journal of quotes.) I am anxiously excited to for book club discussion. 


In the Lake of the Woods by Tim O'Brien
"There is always the threat of tomorrow's treachery, or next year's treachery, or the treachery implicit in all the tomorrows beyond that."

In High School I read The Things They Carried by this author and loved the story. I loved the story for what it was. I loved the story because I have a personal connection, via my uncle, to similar stories. I loved the story because of the writing. I have reread The Things They Carried multiple times throughout the years and have recommended it even more times than I have reread it. For a number of years, In the Lake of the Woods sat on my shelf and I finally decided to give it a read. I was disappointed. The general story was interesting, but the details bored me and confused me. And in the end I was left feeling little resolution. I need more resolution so this is not a book I recommend.


The Shadows by Alex North
"Perhaps life was just a matter of doing what you thought was best at the time and then living with the consequences as best you could afterward."

Earlier this year I read The Whisper Man by this author and was thrilled to be engrossed in a thriller again. Thanks to my cousin for the recommendation. The company I work for received a grant this summer advocating for staff self-care and each staff member was given an allotted amount of money to spend however they deemed fit to their self-care needs (with the exception of gambling and booze). I toiled and toiled, and I mean toiled, over what to use my funds on. I made lists and then ranked what was on the list. Finally, I decided to use the money for its intended purpose and treat myself to something that I otherwise was not likely to splurge on. So, I subscribed to Book of the Month. My first delivery was The Shadows. In just under two days I finished this story about lucid dreams, murder, nostalgia, home-coming, and the shadowy woods. I liked the story as a stand-alone, but I also liked that it was in some ways a continuation from The Whisper ManThis books gets all the recommendations from me if you are into this genre.


The Music Shop by Rachel Joyce
"Sometimes all that people needed was to know they were not alone. Other times it was more a question of keeping them in touch with their feelings until they wore them out- people clung to what was familiar, even when it was painful."

Having forgotten to take a book on an unexpected outing to play disc golf on a trip to Colorado I made a pleasant demand to first make a pit stop at a book store. I needed a book because I knew I was not going to be chucking discs for any amount of time. Once there I perused the shelves for titles on my To-Read List. The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry, recommended by a friend, was the one to jump out at me at that day. I loved Harold's journey and ended up also reading The Love Song of Miss Queenie Hennessy which was the same story told from a different character's point of view. I loved Miss Queenie's side of the story too. Wanting to read a different story by this author I was excited to find The Music Shop at a book sale for cheap. This book was cute and heartfelt. Although it was not a page-turner and had an abrupt ending, it was decent.


Matilda by Roald Dahl
"So Matilda's strong young mind continued to grow, nurtured by the voices of all those authors who had sent their books out into the world like ships on the sea. These books gave Matilda a hopeful and comforting message: You are not alone."

Classic author. Classic story. My goddaughter mentioned reading it and I said that I would read it, again, too! What I was not expecting was for that to morph into a full fledged Roald Dahl book club. My goddaughter decided where to read to for each discussion and then made a list of all the other Roald Dahl books to read. Rereading Matilda made me realize how much of the story I had forgotten and reignited my love for young literature! I am wholeheartedly looking forward to more book clubbing with my goddaughter and seeing her get excited about reading and growing in her independence. 


Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World by Haruki Murakami 
"Life's no piece of cake, mind you, but the recipe's my own to fool with."

"Open your eyes, train your ears, use your head. If a mind you have, then use it while you can."

A friend from college was the first to introduce me to Murakami. I read Kafka on the Shore and knew that my Murakami days were only just beginning. I have read several of his books and have come to expect music, baseball, sex, and bizarre phenomena at every turn.  And I love it. I received Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World for Christmas a couple of years ago and it took until now to read it. Although it included all the things I have come to love and expect from Murakami it took me awhile to fully engage with the story. It took me until close to the end, POTENTIAL SPOILER HERE, when these two versions of the same story started to converge that I was fully engaged. In the end, like all other Murakami I have read, I liked it. It was an interesting story of trying to outguess the future, using your mind, and living with the consequences.


Franny and Zooey by J.D. Salinger
"As a matter of simple logic, there's so difference at all, that I can see- between the man who's greedy for material treasure- or even intellectual treasure- and the man who's greedy for spiritual treasure."

The Catcher in the Rye was never assigned reading in school and I somehow managed to not read it until last year. The story stayed with me, however, I did not love reading it. Much like Meg Wolitzer, I decided to give J.D. Salinger a second chance. Franny and Zooey was already on my self, so it was an easy choice of what other work of his to read. Right from the start I was fascinated with Franny and read late into the night to learn what was going on with her. Interestingly, the basis of this story is a book I read with a friend  when we were in campus ministry together, so that gave it an added peak of my attention. I was pleasantly surprised by this story and was stunned by how much I liked the ending. Endings are difficult for me and very rarely do I approve of one, much less like one. This story of revelation, self-revelation and spiritual-revelation, was completely unexpected. It offered a lot of room for self-reflection of my own spiritual journey. Franny was given something of an "Intervention" and I greatly appreciated the love behind making that happen. Here's to the Franny's out there figuring it out.

Let’s Pretend This Never Happened by Jenny Lawson
“Was it worse to be homesick for a time that was once home,  it now lived only in your mind... or to be homesick for a place that never really existed at all?”

A couple of years ago, after several people  recommended Furiously Happy, I read Jenny Lawson for the first time. I laughed aloud and annoyingly read aloud many passages to anyone who was nearby. I’ve had Let’s Pretend a This Never Happened on my shelf for months and was happy about revisiting Jenny’s work. This book was written before Furiously Happy, and although I enjoyed it slightly less,  I still laughed aloud and read aloud/texted many passages from the book to those I thought might relate. Reading her work is humors in a way that is reassuring that we are not alone in our crazy. 


Here’s to more good reads.

Saturday, August 8, 2020

Seclusion Series: The One with All the Projects

Quarantine has been a time of projects. Photo proof...

The first week we re potted our plants. 




I remember helping my cousin paint this table before she took it college, ages ago. Before gifting it to me when I was in college, my aunt painted it and gave it a new topper. It's been well over 10 years since I gave it any updates and one day, after a bad banana had stained the top, I found myself ripping off the tablecloth before I even knew what I was doing. At that point I was committed. I got out the scissors and found whatever paint was in the basement and got to work. Luckily, I like red and already have a somewhat "red kitchen", so it worked out that the paint I found was red. Then I ordered a new tablecloth for the top and my Best Favorite helped me staple it on. This was an unintended quarantine project, but it's also probably my favorite.





To keep with the "red kitchen" theme I bought some cheap frames and painted them. For the photos I printed some pictures of the foods I had made during quarantine so far and a couple from vacation right before quarantine. My Best Favorite helped me hang them.



Several years ago, maybe 8, my cousin helped me build a shelf. I never got around to staining it and over the years it became two shelves. I finally stained it and found a spot for it.




The bathroom on the main level has been a slow work in progress. Right before quarantine I finally hung some (super awesome) prints from the Etsy shop TheArtof KevynSchmidt. I have always wanted something to frame the mirror and after digging in the basement one day I found some fishing net. I hung that around the mirror and figured, "that'll do". 



In college, a friend of mine made this shelf for the campus house that we were both affiliated with. A few years ago a different friend posted online that this shelf was up for grabs as the campus house was looking to get rid of it. I immediately wanted it. I'm always in need of more shelving and since I knew the history of the shelf and its creator I wanted it for my own. My Best Favorite and I made the hour drive to campus and loaded it on the top of his Jeep and brought it home. Since that day I have talked about painting over the "aeropagus" and finally did. I like the no-text look better.
 



Most of these "children's" books have stayed stored away since we moved into the duplex 3 years ago. My Best Favorite grabbed some new (to us) shelves and I am so happy to have these reads so easily accessible now. 



My Best Favorite has spent so much time and energy collecting wood, splitting wood, and stacking wood. Now we have a nice stockpile of wood for our weekly fires in the backyard. That's plenty of wood to continue trying to prefect our fire pizza log recipe. 


Here's to always finding something else to work on...

Monday, June 22, 2020

Seclusion Series: The One with Covid Cooking



At the start of quarantine I thought we would be eating a lot of canned and frozen foods, but I soon found myself trying new recipes. It wasn't just me either, my best favorite guy also started trying new recipes. Seems as though many of my people were cooking up new things (or requesting goods from my kitchen). The following is photographic proof of the covid cooking kitchen adventures in Aunt Jo's kitchen.

Gooey Butter Cookies
Dinner at the Zoo Blog


Oreos
Smitten Kitchen


Bacon Blueberry Scones
Taste of Home


Strawberry Ice Cream
A Latte Food Blog


Frozen Peanut Butter Pie
Mom Tapley


Kahlua Dream Bars
Taste of Home


Baked Camembert Pasta
Jamie Oliver




Dill Salmon
Pinterest


Macaroni and Cauliflower Cheese Bake
Jamie Oliver


Meatballs
Jamie Oliver


Sour Cream Chicken Tenders
Colorado Cache Cookbook


Persian Chickpea Salad
Pampered Chef


Shrimp Chili
Taste of Home


Shrimp and Avocado Tacos
Pinterest


Campfire Apples
Pinterest


Campfire Pizza Log
Pinterest


Cheesy Backyard Brats
Aldi

Cheers to cooking up new things! 


Wednesday, June 3, 2020

Seclusion Series: The One with Covid Reads

In no particular order here are some quotes and reviews of my quarantine reads so far.

The Children of Blood and Bone by Tomi Adeyemi
"I won't let your ignorance silence my pain."

"I teach you to be warriors in the garden so you will never be gardeners in the war."

Children of Blood and Bone was added to my list by way of a friend's recommendation. I didn't really know what I was getting myself into with this one. It is a book about magic and injustice and fighting to make things right by those involved doing what they think is best. It was an exciting journey told through the view point of different characters. Although I did not love some of the romance, as I thought it was incongruent with the rest of the story, I understand the importance it brought to the story. Some of the fighting was gruesome and not advisable for younger readers, but really added to feeling the pain of the characters. 

In the Afterward, the author explained how the book came into being. This book "was written during a time where I kept turning on the news and seeing stories of unarmed black men, women, and children being shot by the police. I felt afraid and angry and helpless, but this book was the one thing that made me feel like I could do something about it... But if this story affected you in any way, all I ask is that you don't let it stop within the pages of this text... If your heart broke for Zelie's grief over the death of her mother, then let it break for all the survivors of police brutality who've had to witness their loved ones taken firsthand...This is just one of the many problems plaguing our world and there are so many days when these problems still feel bigger than us, but let this book be proof to you that we can always do SOMETHING to fight back." 

This was an insanely timely read and left me deep in thought about the book, our world, and the silence that can breed ignorance. Listen, learn, lament.


The 7 1/2 Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle by Stuart Turton 
"How lost do you have to be to let the Devil lead you home?"

This book was dropped off at my doorstep the first day of quarantine by a good friend who had, quite some time ago, recommended it. Excited to finally have this book in my hands I dived in. All in all, this was a unique story and format, although somewhat difficult for me to follow from the changing point of view in which the story was told. 


Maybe You Should Talk to Someone by Lori Gottlieb
"We think we make bucket lists to ward off regret, but really they help us ward off death. After all, the longer our bucket lists are, the more time we imagine we have left to accomplish everything on them."

Just a couple of weeks before quarantine I hosted a book club for some women in my family. Group decision that day named this book the next to read and discuss. This book showcased a few clients in therapy, their therapist, and their therapist's therapist. As a person in therapy myself, I enjoyed this read and the insight it provided. I even talked to my therapist about it! The (virtual) book club discussion with my family (we missed you H!) provided further insight and sharing which was nice during such weird and hard quarantine times.


The Nightingale by Kristin Hannah
"In love we find out who we want to be; in war we find out who we are."

The Nightingale was another book mentioned at family book club, but we never decided to formally discuss it. The story, set in World War II France, gripped me from the beginning and for the first time in years I stayed up late several nights in row to get it read quickly. It has been ages since I shed such tears while engaging a story, not to mention the emotional hangover after finishing it. I loved this story, the writing, and the character development.


The Pharmacist of Auschwitz by Patricia Posner
"Fritzi wanted desperately to believe that the man with whom she had fallen in love while both were medical students in Vienna was incapable of doing the crimes with which he had been charged."

This year on World Holocaust Remembrance Day, my parents went to hear a Survivor's story. They came home sharing this suggested read. I later received the book in the mail as a belated birthday present from my best friend and decided to make it my Passover read. I missed out on intentionally participating in traditional Passover celebrations, so I made do with reading. The information in this book is altogether informative and unimaginable to accept as truth. The writing was fine and the information was repeated throughout the chapters, but at the heart of things the information was incredibly real and raw.


Untamed by Glennon Doyle
"We control what we don't trust. We can either control our selves or love our selves, but we can't do both. Love is the opposite of control. Love demands trust."

"Feeling all your feelings is hard, but that's what they're for. Feelings are for feeling. All of them. Even the hard ones. The secret is that you're doing it right, and that doing it right hurts sometimes."

Glennon's wisdom was first introduced to me by a cousin when I was going through a hard time. Since then I have found a lot of truth and comfort in Glennon's words, so when I heard she was publishing a new book I immediately asked my cousin if she would read it with me when it came out and she agreed. It was released right around the start of quarantine, so I had a lot of time to dig deep into it. Truth be told though I sped through it, however, I continue to do a lot of reflecting on what I read and apply certain ideas to my life when it makes sense. 


Wolfpack by Abby Wambach
"Power and success and joy are not pies. A bigger slice for one women doesn't mean a small slice for another. We believe that love, justice, success, and power are infinite and meant to be accessible to all."

This author is an American retired soccer player, coach, Olympic gold medalist, FIFA Women's World Cup champion, and a member of the National Soccer Hall of Fame. Oh, she's also Glennon's wife, from the book above. Early in the year I  read Abby's memoir and quickly thereafter added this one to my list as well. For Mother's Day I was gifted a U.S. Women's National soccer jersey along with Wolfpack. This was an extremely quick read that mirrored a commencement speech that Abby gave. Although the content was empowering I would have loved more of it.


Stay tuned as there are still more books to be read. Happy reading and sharing.