Technicolor

While perusing this month’s magazines, I read this line in Food & Wine and immediately felt homesick for Singapore food. At the same time, I am also grateful that for my fortune to have been born into the beauty that is Singapore’s makan [eats].

“I was in Singapore trying satay for the first time, and it was like eating in Technicolor.” – Nick Nairn

This is not a new description to me – my own hubby tried to describe eating in Singapore the first time:

“Eating in Singapore is like watching color tv for the first time in your life!”

I love that man!

Reminder

When life throws you curve balls and you are the kind of person who absorbs all the energies [negative and otherwise], you need a reminder like this:

“I am only resolved to act in a manner which will constitute my own happiness without reference to you or any person so wholly unconnected with me.” – Elizabeth Bennet

Thank you, mav, for reminding me how my favorite heroine’s strength of character can inspire me.

I really need to learn how to disconnect from those who offer nothing but negativity. Why waste time with them when you have other worthy people around you who will not judge you but accept you the way you are?

Banks With Us

Our first trip together was on Outer Banks in North Carolina. It definitely holds a special place in our hearts. Mike and I met 2 weeks before the towers fell, I was on a similar flight to see him. I refuse to think about the “what if’s” now because I don’t know if I could give up what I have now with him.

He proposed to me on the beach that day – no, this is not an anniversary, but I wanted to share a poem I wrote about our time there.

Reeds in the wind
Like swaying dancer silhouettes
Salty tang floats on in
Toes sink in sand so wet
Tell me again how we met

Emerald tinge in the blue
Amber rays of August sun
Cling to us, our golden skin
Bounces off your smile so keen
How I remember you

Tiny grains and stones flat so
Picked up quick and then let go
O’er the recurring tides and
Out your hands, with the flow
Skimmed by my expert beau

Sit you say, there’s a rock
Come next to me, long to be
Smell the sun, warm gently
As I feel you against me
Tell me, what’s your fancy?

In the distance, see a pier
Perhaps too far for us to steer
How far we know not, when we love
The walk and the talk
So come let’s go, have no fear! – Stephanie Yau

Carry

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i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

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Blessings

On the day when
the weight deadens
on your shoulders
and you stumble,
may the clay dance
to balance you

And when your eyes
freeze behind
the grey window
and the ghost of loss
gets in to you,
may a flock of colors,
indigo, red, green
and azure blue
come to awaken in you
a meadow of delight.

When the canvas frays
in the curach of thought
and a stain of ocean
blackens beneath you,
may there come across the waters
a path of yellow moonlight
to bring you safely home.

May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may the clarity of light be yours,
may the fluency of the ocean be yours,
may the protection of the ancestors by yours.

And so may a slow
wind work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak
to mind your life.

John O’Donohue, Anam Cara (Soul Friend)

These words cradled me as I slept last night and I awoke to a morning filled with hope unimaginable. Thank you my dear husband for you are the true blessing in my life. Always.

Thinking

I don’t think about it, I just do whatever comes naturally.

Diana Kennedy

Definitely good advice for me, at time when I’m probably thinking too much.

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I kicked myself this morning for missing Diana Kennedy, the last time she was here in Seattle a few weeks ago. I did catch Hsiao-Ching Chou’s podcast of her interview with the great dame of Mexican cooking and thoroughly enjoyed her views on authenticity of Mexican cooking as well as how passionately she loves and hopes to preserve the regional cooking styles in Mexico.

Family

They arrive today. We can’t wait.

“In family life, love is the oil that eases friction, the cement that binds closer together, and the music that brings harmony.”

Eva Burrows

Chagall

While perusing art for my new walls, I came across this lovely Chagall which reminded me of a favorite film of mine – Notting Hill. I remember my wedding vows being inspired by the scene where she asked him to “come sit with” her on the bench that was in the garden – the bench that was specially dedicated to a lady from her husband.

For June, who loved this garden
— from Joseph who always sat beside her
.”
La-Mariee - Chagall
Yes – happiness isn’t happiness
without a violin-playing goat.
” – Anna Scott

Dear friend…

…you know you are so much better than that.

“Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful.

But not knowing which to do is the worse kind of suffering.

Love existed before and will go on forever. All love stories have much in common. A love that is lost returns in the form of another man, new hopes and new dreams. Love perseveres. It’s men who change.”

Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra, I Sat Down and Wept

Neruda

A big part of who I am comes from good poetry. Language would be barrier for me if no one translated Neruda, so I am truly grateful for the attempts to do so.

ďI no longer love her, thatís certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Anotherís. She will be anotherís. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, thatís certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.Ē

Pablo Neruda, Tonight I will write

*Inspired by Mighty Goods.