Happy Sprinkle 12: What I like about you

WhSunflower Gatheren my best friend passed away over two years ago, her family printed a postcard of her “favorite things” list. That got me thinking about my life and the things that make me who I am.  So, here is a list of  some of the things that me tick:

Good music/concerts: Jack Johnson. Paramore. Young the Giant. Four Year Stong. Maggie Rogers. Fleetwood Mac. The Story so Far. Foster the People. The Lumineers.

Listening to people speak about their passions. Their voice gets all warm and fuzzy and it basically makes me swoon with happiness.

The family dog, Sheldon- He always knows just what to say, and he is always there to lend a listening ear. He is just the best. He also gets this crazy glint in his eyes before he jumps up on me and it is absolutely amazing and it makes my heart happy.

My nana- She is always, always there for me, and she always smells of her Miracle perfume that she has worn for as long as she has been my nana. She is just the best.

Dark Chocolate! Don’t even think about feeding me white chocolate. White chocolate is an abomination to the chocolate world. I mean, it isn’t even chocolate!!

The smell of freshly brewed coffee- It could be the middle of summer, but the warm smell of coffee always makes me feel cozy and nostalgic and Christmasy!

Thunderstorms/rain- I love everything about rain: its’ sweet, earthy smell. The pitter-patter of rain drops splashing onto shingles. Getting caught in a sudden rain storm drawing my senses to attention. There is something so romantic about rain.

The color red: Red has been my favorite color since I was a kid. Not sure why this is, though. I do really like the color, but I think it might also stem from wanting to share something in common with my dad. I also used to wear these sparkly red shoes all of the time as a kid. I called them my “Dorothy shoes” becasue they reminded me of the shoes Dorothy Gale weares in the Wizard of Oz.

Driving with the windows down and the music up- Living in New England for the past few years, I don’t own a car. Most days, I don’t miss driving too much.  But then I think about the hot summer days when I would wear my shades, roll down the windows and blare the radio or whatever CD was in the car, and I’d give anything to experience those moments of freedom.

My early mornings watching the news and sipping my coffee-  Coffee and the news, two things that I couldn’t stand when I was growing up, have now become my simple pleasures in life.

Breweries- I don’t know a whole lot about beer, other than I enjoy drinking it. Porters and stouts, if you must know, but please keep those IPA’s away from me. It just baffles me that people can actually tilt one of those back. Regarding breweries, I live in an area that is basically a brewery breeding ground. I love how each brewery has a distinct feel to it and it is fun to try new concoctions.

Sunglasses and shoes– I have a slight obsession with sunglasses and shoes. I constantly complain about having too many shoes, but then how am I supposed to say no to the rare pair of size 4 or 5 shoes that actually look like they are made for an adult gown-ass woman and not a toddler? You see, I have no choice, I have to grab them!

Rustic pottery/mugs- I love mugs that look homemade and like they were just talken out of the kiln.

Toasted, (i.e. slightly burnt) cinnamon raison bagles with plain cream cheese- again, one of the greatest simple pleasures in life

The first snowfall– yes, it is very, very magical

Retro BMW’s

My brother- My brother, Chris,  is one of those people that you just know that there is something special about him, and you can’t help but to admire him. He is unabashedly himself, and he pours his heart into the things that he loves the most, i.e. swimming and horseback riding. I rememeber when he was little, my horseback riding teacher would call him down to the ring. He would climb on the horse, and I would walk next to him on the ground, leading him around the ring like the proud sister that I was. Yet, despite my love for him, I am not sure if one would describe us as “close”. In my opinion, we are as close as he allows us to be. I try to text him, try to reach out to him to see how he is doing and what he has been up to. Often, my texts do not get a reply, or he stops responding after one or two messages. I know he is busy, and sometimes I doo egg him on by doing “sibling love” type of things, but I would love to have more frequent conversations with him. But then, there is that rare moment when he sends me the first text, telling me about his swim meet or a concert or asking me a random question.  I live for these moments, because they let me know that he cares. My brother will always be one of the most amazing people that I have ever known.

Travel- Despite my anxiety in new and unfamiliar experiences, I love to see new places. When I travel, I often feel moments of sheer amazement as I realize that this is what life is all about: remembering and being thankful for where you come from, but being open to color your life with the smells, tastes and sights of new places and people.





Happy Sprinkle No. 7: “…but as we”

Have you ever picked up a book, and after the first paragraph said to yourself “….what the hell did I just read?….I didn’t understand a word of this shit, this is CRAP.”

I have.

In fact, I said this to myself multiple times upon trying to start reading The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test by Tom Wolfe.

Upon what must be the 10th time of picking up the book,  I have finally made it past page five! Progress.

While I am not sure if I am fully comprehending what I am reading, I feel like I am on the cusp of a breakthrough, as I have subsequently fallen in love with some of the passages.

For example:

The citizens couldn’t know about the LSD experience , because that door had never opened for them.  To be on the threshold of- Christ! how to tell them about the life here? The Youth had always had only three options: go to school, get a job or live at home. And- how boring each was! – compared to the experience of…the inifinite…and a life in which the subject is not scholastic or bureaucratic but…Me and Us, the attuned ones amid the non-musical shiny-black-shoe multitudes, I- with my eyes on that almost invisible hole up there in the r-r-r-redwood sky… (Wolfe 65)

How eloquent is that?

I find this passage to be rooted in truth, and one that is both sad and mesmerizing.

Lets start with the mesmerizing.

It is mesmerizing because I am about as far removed from the drug scene as one can get, yet, because of this, I am drawn to it, and this passage allows me to partake in it, to experience a realm that I wouldn’t otherwise want or be able to experience.

Despite it being a mesmerizing vehicle of transportation, the passage is one of sad reality.

Isn’t it?

I mean, it so true.

Isn’t it true, that most days, we walk around like zombies, doing and saying what we have been told to, what we have been conditioned to believe is “right”, while never really living our truths?

And we come to believe these conditioned truths.

We forget that at the end of the day,  we are all so beautifully different from each other, yet we are all so wonderfully similar.

We are all so beautifully different from each other, yet we are all so wonderfully similar.

I like plaid. My favorite color is red. Nothing gives me more pleasure than walking the beach, the sand filling the spaces between my toes, the soft sea air that sends my hair swirling around my face to kiss my cheeks.

You like solid print. Your favorite color is beige. You enjoy the sturdy confines of your home, a cocoon of safety, warmth and familiarity (I enjoy this, too).

But you are human. I am human.

We want the same things .

We want love.

We want respect.

We want a place.

We want open and honest conversation.

We want acceptance.

We want life.

We want to live

So lets start doing that.

Lets start to live our best life.

Lets start to live our best life by understanding that being human, being human, being human….

That being human…

Being human is enough.