May 15th, 2011
IF the family were a container, it would be a nest, an enduring nest, loosely woven, expansive, and open. IF the family were a fruit, it would be an orange, a circle of sections, held together but separable—each segment distinct. IF the family were a boat, it would be a canoe that makes no progress unless everyone paddles. IF the family were a sport, it would be baseball: a long, slow, nonviolent game that is never over until the last out. IF the family were a building, it would be an old but solid structure that contains human history, and appeals to those who see the carved moldings under all the plaster, the wide plank floors under the linoleum, the possibilities. ~ Letty Cottin Pogrebin
Mark (12-months) and Matthew (4) with Mommy and Daddy. (Photo Credit: Stan Winslet)
I am so happy with how our family portrait turned out. This was taken at the Military Ball last week. There are only very few photos of the four of us together. And nothing beats a photo taken by a pro. I could have done a lot more to my hair, got Matthew to wear a lighter-colored shirt, and Mark to smile and look at the camera, but otherwise, it’s perfect!
I am so excited about this photo. It will definitely make its way into a frame to a wall somewhere, and copies of this photo will definitely be sent to family and friends, even if they don’t want it!
April 17th, 2011
For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again. ~ Movie, The Curios Case of Benjamin Button, Letter to his daughter.
Among many others, these are my hopes too for my little ones.
Playtime, Matthew and Mark
Playtime, Matthew and Mark
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January 30th, 2011
We are most nearly ourselves when we achieve the seriousness of the child at play. ~ Heraclitus
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Baby Mark and his toys.
This alphabet pal toy has all the colorful buttons to push and makes all the interesting sounds. And yet all Baby Mark cares for is that little ball at the bottom of it that he spins with his little fingers. Sigh!
Matthew builds a city.
Matthew builds a battlefield, Transformers vs. Bionicle!
January 23rd, 2011
We women, when we’re searching for a meaning to our lives or for the path of knowledge, always identify with one of four classic archetypes.
The Virgin (and I’m not speaking here of a sexual virgin) is the one whose search springs from her complete independence, and everything she learns is the fruit of her ability to face challenges alone.
The Martyr finds her way to self-knowledge through pain, suffering, and surrender.
The Saint finds her true reason for living in unconditional love and in her ability to give without asking anything in return.
Finally, the Witch justifies her existence by going in search of complete and limitless pleasure.
~ Paulo Coelho
I love being a woman and everything the goes with it! In my life’s journey for a meaningful life, I became the Virgin and the Martyr, who struggles to be the Saint, while, in between, the Witch in me keeps coming out.
Which one are you right now in your search for meaning in your life?
January 9th, 2011
As the years pass, all we need to achieve is there,
in the beginning, ready to be rediscovered.
The deepest secret, the greatest prize and the holiest of grails
is contained there, where it has always been,
Within our very existence, the essence of our being, our soul, our heart,
our precious breath, this precious moment.
Every year, I write hopes for the new year. This year, I find myself planning and hoping for the same things as the previous years. So in this precious moment and all the precious moments of 2011, and in the days, weeks, months and years BEYOND, I plan, aim, hope –
… to reach out to people.
… to cherish friends and loved ones with gratitude and honor.
… to renew and continue my crafts and creativity, my zest for life.
… to find time to rest and relax for my health and well being.
… to guide and prepare my kids for kindergarten, grade school, … life.
… to communicate more and question less, between hubby and me.
… to let myself be, to soar.
And the hope I really keep in my heart is that, in every single moment for another person, what I do is good, done well and it matters.
When we come to it
We must confess that we are the possible…
We are the miraculous, the true wonders of this world
Free to choose our ends, and our new beginnings
That is when, and only when…
We come to it.
~ Maya Angelou