Sunday, July 24, 2011

Pensive thoughts

More than the air I breathe, more than the song I sing
more than the next heartbeat, more than anything

Wow, I have unknowingly taken a four month hiatus from writing. It wasn't until recently that I can successfully say I've finished, and by finish I mean thoroughly and completely, reading Eat, Pray, Love. That's probably an understatement, I practically devoured the book over the course of four (late) nights. Such a shame, I know, for someone who claims to love books and reading, I've got a growing stack of unread/partially-read books patiently sitting on my table. I SHALL VOW TO FINISH THEM ALL (before I start spoiling myself with new ones). I'm currently on my second attempt at finishing Lisa Bevere's 'Fight like a Girl'. I'm only on my 25th page, but already I'm feeling empowered and ready to CONQUER THE WORLD. It's like nourishment for the feminine soul :)

A note on Eat Pray Love-I found it truly inspiring on so many levels, which probably explained why I sacrificed precious sleep, eagerly flipping the pages till the early hours of the morning. Perhaps what spoke volumes to me was her struggle to find contentment and peace in a truly chaotic and static-y world. I mean, surely we can all relate to that at some point in our lives? And it is only when she had learned to break away from the white noise and allowed herself to experience God wholeheartedly could she mend the broken-ness, hurt and resentment, and find joy.

I'd definitely buy this as a gift for a girlfriend of mine :)

After two whole weeks of company and bliss of having mum around, she finally packed her bags, gave us tight hugs and with tears in her eyes promised we'd see each other again soon. And we will, I know we will. Yet the silence still echoes in our small apartment, and I know I'm going to miss her rummaging around in the kitchen early in the morning, hearing her voice (though with nagging undertones urging me to wake up), and just..her. I'm just going to miss her.

The thing is, no matter how many times a loved one visits, for however long, it is always hard to say goodbye. Goodbyes are tough-often bittersweet and tinged with the hopefulness of when we would reunite. But I've been so blessed with the most amazing mother, the most amazing family. And it's quiet times like these when I'm feeling all weepy, nostalgic and introspective, that I offer up a prayer of gratitude, for blessing me with the abundance of a loving mom, dad and sister.

And for now, at least for this moment, I have found my contentment in them-my 'ohana' :)