“How easily he gathered others‘ hands in his own now, channeling grief through his skin, relieving others of their sorrows for his loss.”
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“How easily he gathered others‘ hands in his own now, channeling grief through his skin, relieving others of their sorrows for his loss.”
“There‘s something about me at that age that is trustworthy, that makes men think I will not judge them, though I do, all the time; I just keep it to myself.”
“As the service begins, a young woman slides over to make room for me in her pew. I hadn‘t planned to stay, but I nod my head in gratitude. And even though I don‘t believe, I take a seat.”
I‘ve been reading at a much sloooower rate lately. Instead of going out to eat I made red lentil soup with lemon 🍋, mint and a sprinkle of cilantro & red pepper. The kids are watching a movie 🎥 🍿and I am going to sink into this book tonight 😉 Happy Friday! 🎉
pickI never knew I liked romance until I read this! I guess I have to read The Kiss Quotient now???!!! I don‘t know what is happening to me. 🤷🏻♀️
“I just couldn‘t imagine relaxing one hundred percent, and just to guarantee I kept a grip on things and didn‘t let down my guard or allow matters to get to picturesque, I held on to the one book I‘d brought with me, Lautréamont‘s Les Chants de Maldoror.”
“...But that was the problem with mysterious people, I explained, once you spend time with them they are not so mysterious after all...”
“I closed my eyes, slightly aroused by the water‘s embrace, its invisible arms wrapping around my legs and asked myself where the merman was at that hour. Maybe he too was in the ocean, at a different point along, and we were connected by the same waves that brushed my body and then his.”
“No, he liked the punch-drunk ones, half walking at mile twenty-three, tongues flapping like Labradors. Tumbling across the finish line by hook or crook, feet pounded to bloody meat in their Nikes. The laggards and the limpers who weren‘t running the course but deep into their character- down into the cave to return to the light with what they found.”
“If it is true for you, it is true for someone else, and you are no longer alone.”
so-soI wish I had been in NYC when reading this. It captured a certain time and place. It was balanced between Ms.Harris‘s experiences, friends and the politics, culture and food that brought them together. She was able to reveal aspects of her relationships with women that mentored and befriended her and it would have been satisfying and touching to have had that same insight into her romantic relationship with Sam as well. Overall a unique memoir!
I got artsy with the sriracha 🤷🏻♀️
pickIt took me a LONG time to finish this book because I had to keep stopping and googling certain songs, artists that were sampled in their work and to talk with my husband about the music. Some portions were more to my liking than others, but overall this book is solid.
so-soMy second audio book done! Easy & breezy. Not the best, but I figured out how to work the app and with this light story of 3 woman‘s friendship, I didn‘t really need to worry about missing a minute or two.
“...we don‘t meditate to get better at meditating; we meditate to get better at life,”
I‘ve been going nonstop all day. Time to sit and take care of my tired feet 🦶
“Often it‘s not a matter of solving problems; sometimes a problem dissolves when you shift your relationship to it in a particular way.”
“Our practice is, as much as possible, to recognize our experience without getting lost in old, routine reactions. The point is to be open not just with pain, but with everything.”
“How many pleasures escape our notice because we think we need big, dramatic sensations to feel alive?”
“Often we can take lessons we learn from observing one single activity and apply them to the rest of our life. See if you can use part of your everyday routine as a meditation, a time of coming into a moment, paying attention to your actual experience, learning about yourself, deepening your enjoyment of simple pleasures, or perhaps seeing how you could approach a task more skillfully.” 📸: Yayoi Kusama at the Marciano Art Museum
“At his birth, he survived a bombing that had killed many other dogs; then he had been found by someone who was eager to take care of him; he could so easily have been left behind in France, but he wasn‘t. Lee saw no accident in any of this. He believed that the dog was destined for greatness, and he was lucky to be his human guide and companion.”
“The soldiers sat in bored terror in their trenches. Many used their idle hours to make “trench art”-tiny animal figurines sculpted out of spent bullets, war scenes carved on shell castings, little cars and trucks whittled out of bone or wood. Somehow, being in an ugly place inspired them to make things that were beautiful or playful.”
“He was never technically, an orphan, since his mother was still alive, but in a sense, he came of age in the orphanage. The experience shaped him; for the rest of his life, he was deeply alone, always had the aloneness to retreat to, as if it were a room in his house. The only companion in his loneliness he would ever find would be his dog, and his attachment to animals grew to be deeper than his attachment to any person.”
Book club is tomorrow night and I‘m just picking it up now. 😭Whaaaaa! 📖👀🙄Luckily they are nice ladies that don‘t judge (much?) I‘ll just keep up a continuous nibbling🍽 so that my mouth is occupied so nobody notices I‘m not commenting much...🤷🏻♀️ That‘s my plan and I‘m sticking to it! 🤣 #readingbacklog #readerproblems #ilovemybookclub #proseprocrastination #rebelreader
Sunday reading/napping. This is not my usual pick, however my son loved it so I‘m keeping my mind open and giving it a chance. Between naps. 😴
My kids just told me they were bored and asked if we could go home soon (in tween language this translates to I want to go home and play video games all day) I said no, I‘m m still reading 😂Forced play is a good thing for all 😆💃🏼📖
pickA great read for parents and teachers no matter what age children you have! 🌟⭐️🌟⭐️
pickI really loved this book. So much inspiration and wisdom. I wish I could read this book over and over at the start of each day. Life is short, don‘t wait to enjoy it!
Teaching my kids how to dry laundry on a rack outside on hot days...
“...I don‘t want to die alone, but spending quality time with myself 60 to 70 percent of the day is my idea of mecca.”
“Sometimes at dinner, I fantasize about what I‘m going to eat for breakfast the next morning.” 📸: zucchini fritter
“How egotistical we are to believe that when someone dies, they leave their spirit with people. Yes, I carry my mother‘s DNA, but she left herself equally with that patch of earth, where she had always offered her best self.”
“...it came to me that we are as much of a place as we are of a people; that we return to places because our hands served as tender shovels in that earth. That those yellow-peach and cream colored roses, that wild yerba buena, las verdolagas covering the earth like loosely woven cloth to catch the steady drop of rose petal and leaf, this was my mother‘s constant site of comfort.”
“For my mother, meals were the site of familia. Her capacity to feed us was her capacity to mother us. So when we were not present, she ate with the awareness of a place reserved for us at her table.”
“We return as refugees to that forgotten landscape which we recognize as home.”
