Book: Christmas at Harrington's

Christmas at Harrington's by Melody Carlson

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

This was a quick and delightful read about an ex-con (wrongfully accused) who brings an impressive amount of joy to her new community (albeit with a bit of hardship on her end). I appreciated the sincerity with which the story is told and the character of Lena Markham. Definitely a pleasant read for the holiday season. Honestly, I  picked this book because of 'Harrington's' in the title - no other reason. I was surprised to find a story which showcased deep felt truths about finding out place in a community, specificially a religious community, after making mistakes or falsely being accused of mistakes. I enjoyed the beautiful ways in which all the characters worked alongside one another, surprising even themselves with their kindness.  At the same time, these stories lead me to question the reality of softening hearts. After 8 years in prison, after difficult betrayals, after abuse and hardship. I know it's possible. I've seen and experienced it - I've just also seen the reverse, ever hardening hearts. So, at times I struggled to believe the community of women involved in this story really could feel such a strong love for one another.  But, then again, maybe that's just where I am in regards to being jaded by the harsher realities of the world...
Stand-out quotes:
"If she didn't make a decision, whe wouldn't make a mistake. That way no one, including her father, coule blame her." (p. 17)
"At this moment being in prison seemed preferable to suffering the pain she'd experienced while on the outside." (p. 120)
"Suddenly it seemed crystal clear. Why would she embrace the belief system of people who had givern her only pain and grief? Why should she accept their flawed image of an angry, judgemental, and punitive God? A God she wanted nothing to do with. A God who would grinder her out beneath the heel of his boot. What reason did she have to believe people like that -- to blindly accept their God?"

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Book: Blue Heaven

Blue Heaven by C.J. Box

My rating: 4 of 5 stars


I ended up reading this book as part of a book club. Suspense/Thriller murder mystery type reads rarely make it into my reading routine. However, I'm so glad that this one did. The setting o this story in Northern Idaho gave it a rural feel that reminded me of growing up and of home. I was so interested in this story from the very beginning. C.J. Box does not keep the reader waiting for action and plot line progession. I was surprised by how involved I became in the plot and desperately I wanted things to end up according to my personal plan and ideal conclusions.
Truly an enjoyable read, thankful to get out of my genre comfort zone and experience something a bit different but just as revealing to the human soul, redemption, forgiveness, messy-life-siuations, and community.
And the line that stuck out most:
"These people, he thought, talk to you like they've known you all their lives."
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Book: Married to Bhutan

Married to Bhutan by Linda Leaming


My rating: 4 of 5 stars


Such a fascinating read about a country which is nearly impossible to fly into even in 2011 (I thought maybe we could take one of our vacations there, I think it requires more planning than we generally conduct for travels). A short stay in Bhutan quickly lead to life in Bhutan for Linda Leaming and the stories she shares are humurous, enlightening and entertaining.

A few gems:

"So along with all this peaceful beauty, there's a lot of vulnerability." (p.6)

"Sins of the flesh are probably the least destructive to humankind; and things like anger, hypocrisy, jealousy, greed, and pride are much more damaging in the end." (p.47)

"In Bhutan, saying very little is the epitome of good manners...It's more okay not to talk. People are comfortable with scilence. I believe my Bhutanese friends and family are talking without talking." (p. 64)

"Part of loving is just relishing the mystery and the improbability of it all." (p. 80)

"Winter is an inward time. Trees abandon their leaves, and their sap, their life force, concentrates in their trunks." (p.143)

"In my life, adventure and dreams have taken precedence over desire for material objects." (p.216)

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Book: The Picture of Dorian Gray

The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

My rating: 4 of 5 stars


Such a thought-provoking read regarding desires for everlasting youth and beauty at the cost of one's soul and moral-integrity. I was so intriguied by the relational triangle developed between Dorian Gray, Lord Henry and Basil and the influences each had on each other.  Each relationship was complex and telling.  The character of each man was well developed and often had me questioning how accurately these men continue to portray the views of modern society, from the wealthy classes to the not so wealthy.  Really a fascinating, if at times, disheartening, read. I can imagine this would be well enjoyed in a book club setting or literature course as the writing is superb and the material intriguing and more-than-conversational/discussable.

A few notable/fun/insightful quotes:

"I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvellous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it." (p. 8)

"Laughter is not at all a bad beginning for a friendship, and it is by far the best ending for one" (p. 12).

"She behaves as if she was beautiful. Most American women do. It is the secret of their charm." (p. 40).

"Don't be so indifferent. You have a wonderful influence. Let it be for good, not for evil." (p. 164)

"The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame." (p. 236)

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Distance

Over 6,000 miles lay between me and my family (and a number of friends who are like family)

Somedays, I forget that truth.

I know that my love for them is no less impressive and deep than if I lived in their basement, next door or an hours drive from their front door. I know the reverse is also true.

However, in the last 15 months of living in South Korea a number of deaths have tugged at my heartstrings and begged me to ask why exactly are there more than 6,000 miles between me and those I’ve loved for since birth and my early years and even my post-college years.

Early Thanksgiving morning a man whom I had come to love during our trip home, a man who was loving my sister in a beautiful way, a man who was consistently making me laugh and enjoy my visit home and especially the time I had with my beloved sister, chose to take his life.

In an instant, the decision was made.

In an instant, his life was over.

In an instant, everything changed.

In an instant, I mourned and yearned for home.

In an instant, friends and family came together to remember with joy the life he lived.

But peace will not come in an instant. It’s going to be a long, dreadful road somedays.

Why should where I am be so far from where I’ve also loved and been loved?

Defending God

"There are always those who take it upon themselves to defend God, as if Ultimate Reality, as if the sustaining frame of existence, were something weak and helpless...These people fail to realize that it is on the inside that God must be defended, not on the outside." (Life of Pi, p. 89).

Interesting.

Defending God.

As if He isn't God. As if He needs me to give voice to His Authority.

Interesting.

Defending God.

Inside. As if it's me who doubts, struggles, refuses, hems-and-haws.
As if I am the one who is weak and helpless.



I'm thankful for books that give me things to chew on, to wrestle with and reflect on long after having read them.

(Typed while drowning out a 6th grade after school class with Andrew Bird and sipping instant coffee mix out of a shiny tumbler...30 minutes until I'm en route home!)

Book: Dawn of Avalon

Dawn of Avalon by Anna Elliott

My rating: 2 of 5 stars


The begining chapter was difficult to follow and I'm still not entirely sure who was narrating at that point. The following story however was intriguing enough and well written. I know very little about any Authorian history or lore, I suppose a better opinion could be formed if I had. I give this two stars simply because it's not my typical reading material and it didn't quite captivate me to the point of wanting to seek out additional material in this genre or the trilogy to which this is a prequel. If you're looking for a review from someone who knows more of this genre or King Author or Merlin, etc. I am not it ^.^
A few things worth remembering:
"To a healer, compassion is neither gentle nor tender, but hard and keen as a blade." (Location 544, Kindle)
"For if the weavings of our lives are spun of both joy and sorrow, the fabric of that morning seemed destined to be cast from threads of joy alone." (Location 841, Kindle)
"I have today. And I have at least one morrow. Perhaps the promise of one tomorrow in the sunlight is all any of us can ask for or need." (Location 1273, Kindle)
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Book: Praise Jerusalem!

Praise Jerusalem! by Augusta Trobaugh

My rating: 4 of 5 stars


Two stories, one of childhood, one of growing old are interwoven in this narrative of Ms. Amelia. It's a story of compassion, of fear of compassion, of discrimination, of entering the world of 'others', of faith, of love, of aging, of remembering and of starting a new life.

I put this book on my Kindle, free of charge, thanks to Pixel of Ink and am so happy I did.

A few gems:

"things that are over and done with are the saddest things in the whole world" (Location 2796, Kindle)

How true is that? I think of friendships whose seasons have come and gone. Summer days and nights working at camp. Study abroad adventures. Favorite college courses. Jobs. Conversations. Really delicious meals or cups of tea ;)  But mostly those things I know I'll only return to in my memory, because they are no longer a part of my 'in the moment' or 'in the future' rather they are fully, 'my past' and 'my story' ~ valuable but done.

"But sometimes I felt like no matter how long I lived in that town, it would never be any different. Like somebody wrote me into a story, and I couldn't change any of it to save my life." (Location 5888, Kindle)

Who growing up in a small town or living in a small town doesn't feel the truth of such a sentiment? Never had a harder time returning to memories than after having made large life changes...

"You loves folks - all kinds of folks - the strongest of any little thing I ever heard of. But you fight about it with yourself all the time." (Location 7153, Kindle)

"Made in His image. Black as they are. And naked. And hungry - don't matter. Still in His image. All of us are, and the means we gotta love each other. Any way we can and no matter what!" (Location 7735, Kindle)

No matter what. Amen.

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There are so many more passages and quotes that I found profound, hilarious, beautifully worded and descriptive, but perhaps you'd rather just read the book and see for yourself how these are woven into this intricate, beautiful and entertaining read.

(Typed while enjoying that colorful zoo-like mug of instant caramel macchiatto!)

Brothers and Sisters

After reading Life of Pi, I intended to share some more thoughts which were triggered through the writings and insight of Yan Martel.

Well here I am to get that ball rolling.

The following quote stood out to me for a number of reasons, primarily because it gives me a lot to chew on, and I kind of enjoy being forced into thinking about deeper matters such as this:

"It was my first clue that atheists are my brothers and sisters of a different faith, and every word they speak speaks of faith. Like me, they go as far as the legs of reason will carry them -- and then they leap." 

(Life of Pi, p. 35)

Perhaps what I appreciate most is simply being reminded that others are simply my brothers and sisters. 

Do I believe that Jesus is the Son of God, the Way, the Truth and the Life?

Without a doubt. It is, for me, the only possibility and my heart yearns deeply for others to recognize the same truth, my heart rejoices fully when others embrace that truth because I believe it with all that I am, in every nook and cranny of my heart and soul.

But, for me, that Love of Jesus should transform me and inspire me. In powerful, unexplainable ways. In simple, clear ways. In ways that don't set up walls between my brothers and sisters. In ways that lead me to view their worth and the worth of their beliefs in an honorable and loving way.

That's where my thoughts went with that quote. To the type of love I desire to bring this world, to people, regardless of everything.

Now...if only I could figure out how to get there without putting up such a fight in certain situations...

Grace and Peace to you, my brothers and sisters

(Typed while waiting for colorful zoo of a mug filled with instant caramel machiatto to cool down)

Book: Dracula

Perfect for the cool, Korean fall! Read most of this on the bus en route to work each and every week day...Almost missed my stop when reading some of the last pages I was so into it ^^

Dracula by Bram Stoker

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


Honestly, I wasn't sure I'd fall in love with this book, just thought I ought to read it seeing as it's a classic. I'm not so sure about the whole vampire craze these days but Dracula is a far cry from Twilight (not that I've read them). It was absolutely amazing.

The writing style is absolutely engaging and full of so many voices and perspectives. The strength of the men, the strength of Mina, their relationships with each other were all exquisite and beautiful. I loved each for their personal character and strengths which they brought forth to the task of facing Dracula. And the Count, entirely fascinating on his own right.

I would not hesitate to re-read this classic.

Interesting and Entertaining Bits:

"It seems to me that the further east you go the more unpunctual are the trains. What ought they to be in China?" (Location 52, Kindle)

"Chasing an errant swarm of bees is nothing to a following a naked lunatic, when the fit of escaping is upon him!" (Location 1725, Kindle)

"I comforted him as well as I could. In such cases men do not need much expression. A grip of the hand, a tightening of an arm over the shoulder, a sob in unison, are expressions of sympathy dear to a man's heart." (Location 2771, Kindle)

"For this enlightened age, when men believe not even what they see, the doubting of wise men would be his greatest strength." (Location 5255, Kindle)

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(Typed on Goodreads before being transferred to the blog while finishing an Americano with milk and honey courtesy of Paris Baguette/my cell phone provider).

Book: Half the Sky

Half the Sky: Turning Oppression into Opportunity for Women Worldwide by Nicholas D. Kristof

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


Perhaps one of the most fair, unbiased books I've held in my hands regarding humanitarian issues for which we all should be concerned. I cannot accurately describe how much I enjoyed reading this book, regardless of hard, ugly truths, the authors are consistent in shining a light on that which is hopeful, looking critically at what is failing in foreign aid and offering suggestions yet simultaneously encouraging innovation and flexibility in tackling issues of human rights. I confidently claim, that of all non-fiction books I've read, this is one I would eagerly pick right back up and begin reading again.

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P.S. Sorry I only post book reviews here...I'm trying to think of something else and when I can post something else, I miss releasing myself here, in this space, over a cup of tea.

(Typed having finished a glass of read wine sitting on a fold out couch with a sweet little Lady curled up by my feet)

Book: I Like You - Hospitality Under the Influence

I have a brilliant, beautiful and dear friend who comes up with equally brilliant ideas.

A recent idea is to create a book club amongst women where rather than read books at the same time, each women chooses one book, then sends it on to the next reader at the given time. A traveling books - book club of sorts. I throw off the groove, but my friend has a dear, loving heart and has figured out ways to include me in this adventure.

I chose this book by Amy Sedaris thinking that it would be funny, slightly offensive but enjoyable (I later found out that my friend who had read the book didn't actually feel that positive about the read...oops). Anyway, it's a short read since it's mostly a cookbook...go figure.

I look forward to hearing the other women's thoughts on this book. For now, a few of my own.

I Like You: Hospitality Under the Influence by Amy Sedaris

My rating: 2 of 5 stars


It was...not what I expected - in good ways and simply unexpected ways.

There are a ton of recipes in this book which honestly make me happy. Cookbooks bring me joy.

The humor is along the lines of general Sedaris humor, slightly offensive, sarcastic, cynical but still funny. There are legitimately clever tips and ideas mixed among the delectable sounding recipes and clever quips regarding party ideas.

The book is also colorful and filled with photos. Should you have a Kindle or other eReader, I'm not sure this book would be enjoyed as much in such a format. The photos (although occasionally offensive) give the book added character and make it additionally enjoyable to read.

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(Typed while finishing a sweet yellow tea cup -- which is a special reminder of my beautiful friend -- of Korean instant coffee mix ^.^)

Book: The Oak Leaves

The Oak Leaves by Maureen Lang

My rating: 4 of 5 stars


There are two stories being told in Maureen-Lang's book The Oak Leaves. One in modern-day US (perhaps New York) and one from the late 1800s between Ireland and England. I much preferred the story coming out of Ireland and England and so desperately wanted to get back to that aspect of the novel each and every time the modern day story took the stage. This is not, however, to say the modern day story was not as well written, I simply didn't enjoy the characters to the same degree. The book is written with Christian faith as a central theme alongside the impressions held throughout history regarding people with special needs, in this case Fragile X (which I had not previously heard of).

Bits I enjoyed/highlighted:

"Seeing what's gone before can help us know what to expect from life" (p. 3)

"I have often pondered whether more travel helps us learn about ourselves. I believe it might be true." (p. 169)

"'Happiness follows simplicity.' Perhaps, if I may bend this proverb a bit, happiness follows the simple." (p. 333)

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 Additional thoughts on this book:

I was not too fond of the modern day character's because, honestly, they struggled so much to accept that their child wouldn't be 'normal'. And this, my friends, is most likely a glaring flaw in my ability to understand what being a parent must entail. Or perhaps it's just that, I think about these things. I think about what life will be like if we give birth or are matched to a child with a special need and my heart and mind are convinced we would not hesitate nor question the beauty of their life in ours -- but I know so little in this regard. I suppose people do want perfect children, or healthy children or normal children and that makes all the sense in the world to me. Perhaps, these feelings simply come from the fact that I don't have a dream family, nor do I dream often of our perfect family. (I never had a dream wedding either and was oh-so-thankful when the day came that it was a representation of us rather than my childhood dreams - but that's a prideful soap-box).

So, I don't know. My distaste for the modern day characters is likely judgmental and unfounded. Also, obviously, reveals some pride in my heart regarding how I assume I would face such a challenge. I have no idea what parenting days are going to bring, I'm just continually hopeful that I'll stand strong in the One thing that has proven strong in this life regardless of my pride and naivety.

(Typed with thoughts of boiling water for a mug of green tea with a drop of honey in a sweet yellow teacup)

30 Days

I'm a sucker for things like this:

So, I'm taking on some 30 day challenges. Nothing entirely intense as I hope to finish my Master's by January, which requires doubling up in October...so a 'soft' 30 days for now.

Drum roll please...

For the next 3 days I will...

• Drink a glass of water after I brush my teeth/after every meal (that's 3 more glasses than I usually drink!)
• Use the Misso de Brievery to engage in a morning and evening prayer while stretching out on my yoga mat
• Do a mere 12 sit-ups and 12 push-ups everyday

Three days in and doing good! Stay tuned for the final results and let me know if you choose to do a 30 day challenge any time soon ;)

(Typed while thinking about boiling water for a evening cup of rooibos before bed ^^)

Book: Life of Pi

Life of Pi by Yann Martel

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

(Perhaps I under rated this...not sure. I really knew a lot about the story before reading it, perhaps that is why it did not grip me to it's full potential...)

At this point, I feel many people are familiar with the basic set-up of the 'Life of Pi'. A boy. A boat. A Bengal Tiger. Lost at Sea. Survival.

Of course, there is so much more that is honestly riveting, challenging and good fodder for discussion and the processing of personal beliefs, etc. I enjoyed the story thoroughly and take with me the following quotes and passages as particularly poignant and thought-provoking.

"It is true that those we meet can change us, sometimes so profoundly that we are not the same after-wards, even unto our names." (p. 25).

"Why do people move? What makes them uproot and leave everything they've known for a great unknown beyond the horizon? Why climb this Mount Everest of formalities that makes you feel like a beggar? 98Why enter this jungle of foreignness where everything is new, strange and difficult?

The answer is the same the world over: people move in hope of a better life." (p.98)

For so many reasons, this stood out to me. This is my constant line of questioning. Why live where we do, away from a community we know, love and were known and loved by?  I struggle to accept that the answer is 'in hope of a better life' but haven't thought of any better alternative, so perhaps it is so.

"Don't bully me with your politeness! Love is hard to believe, ask any lover. Life is hard to believe, ask any scientist. God is hard to believe, ask any believer. What is your problem with hard to believe?" (p. 375)

"The world isn't just the way it is. It is how we understand it, no? And in understanding something, we bring something to it, no? Doesn't that make life a story?" (p. 380).


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Above is obviously what I posted on my Goodreads, with italicized  additions adding further insight/thoughts. However, there are numerous additional passages which stuck out to me, passages that I plan to really work through and connect to where I'm at, where I've been and where I'm going.

To all my dear friends and faithful readers, what were your thoughts on the Life of Pi?

(Typed having recently finished a sweet yellow teacup filled with Korean 3-in-1 coffee mix)

Book: Heaven is For Real

Heaven is for Real: A Little Boy's Astounding Story of His Trip to Heaven and Back by Todd Burpo

My rating: 4 of 5 stars


I really love Heaven and stories/ideas/thoughts regarding what Heaven will be. The book is a quick read with the ability to challenge, encourage or perhaps enrage depending on where one is at in regards to faith and/or Christianity. For me, it came at the closing of a year when many upstanding men of faith have passed away and I hope that they have entered a Heavenly Kingdom such as what is described biblically and within the pages of this book.

Favorite quotes/passages:

"What is childlike humility? It's not the lack of intelligence, but the lack of guile. The lack of an agenda. It's that precious fleeting time before we have accumulated enough pride or position to care what other people might think." (pg. 75).

"I had to die on earth so people could come see my Dad" (pg. 111)

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I really can't explain how much I enjoy thinking about heaven and hearing stories that resonate with what I believe to be true about the Kingdom of Heaven. I just love it and there are things stated in this book that are hard to believe and come from the lips of a child and I'm honestly not sure how many details regarding heaven the human race should be afforded, but I'm a dreamer, so I'll take the bait.

I really love heaven. It's one of the things I 'learned' about early in my faith journey and that I just love and I look forward to it and I believe in it and I'm frankly not ashamed  about this fact of myself. I really love heaven.

This book encourages me to keep loving heaven and really love children.

I recommend it. That's all.

(Typed while sitting at 519 Clark wanting to go to bed and for unexplainable reasons not drinking a mug of tea - go figure)

Book: Born to Run

Born to Run: A Hidden Tribe, Superathletes, and the Greatest Race the World Has Never Seen by Christopher McDougall

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


I've only had the smallest of desires to run in the past, however, reading Born to Run has given me much deeper motivation and desires to run. Considering the scientific base of this book, it is impressive how well the story reads. I went through this book with surprising speed and ease which I attribute to it's readability. If you want some convicting facts and stories for becoming a runner - I recommend the book. If you're interested in anthropology, history, ancient tribes, etc. - also recommended. Absolutely a fantastic read.


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I really, REALLY loved this book. I'm such a sucker for this kind of thing. In the past, I always thought of running as inappropriate to the human body - walking or swimming be less hard on joints and the body and therefore more appropriate. Born to Run makes me question such logic.  I'm discovering I receive joy from questioning. From my blacks and whites making grays. This book blended my blacks and whites and leaves me with the most sincere and genuine desire to exercise, specifically run, than I've had in a long, long time. And I appreciate that. I need conviction in my life. This book is convicting. I think I'll start running. I've been 'practicing' my non-heel-strike run through the apartment, warranting strange looks from the dog and the hubs...but heck, I'm down. I like bare-feet too, added bonus. (Secretly hoping to convince the hubs a pair of Vibram 5Fingers are in order while we're home...we shall see ^.^)

If you think running could be fun or like the idea of running being fun - I recommend this book. Either way, it's an interesting read.

Not ready to read? Check out this TEDtalk by the Author, Christopher McDougall

Book: The Memory Keeper's Daughter

The Memory Keeper's Daughter by Kim Edwards

My rating: 4 of 5 stars


I appreciated the real-ness of this story. Real in the sense, that I kept expecting a redemption that was grand and reuniting amongst all characters, however the depth of pain and betrayal and hardship were deep and I believe the author dealt with these components in a compassionate, redemptive yet very real way. Not that I didn't want redemption to win, that I didn't want a Savior to undo the hurt and the pain, I want that, I've seen that and I love that. I just didn't feel it in these characters. I didn't feel it was their time or their place and I was grateful that the author felt and allowed for the same.

The synopsis of twins, one without complication the other with a diagnosis of Downs Syndrome made for an engaging read. It is difficult to imagine being placed in such a situation where giving away one of two seems like the best choice. I cannot imagine the regret felt by David, the grief felt by Norah nor the shock felt by Caroline. The story is full of such complexities that are reflective of all people.

Lines that stand out:

"This was her life. Not the life she had once dreamed of, not a life her younger self would ever have imagined or desired, but the life she was living with all its complexities. This was her life, built with care and attention, and it was good." (p.322)

"Grief it seemed, was a physical place." (p. 388).

"He'd poured his story out to her in such a rush, the first and last time he had ever told it, and she had listened without judging him. There was freedom in that." (p. 395)
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Burned Out

I usually have decent stamina with my employment situations.

However. my current situation. is. destroying me. (exaggeration).

But seriously.

This year, I've discovered some strengths and gifts in teaching that were surprising and welcomed.

As the first year of TEFL in Korea winds down...I'm burned out.

And not because it's hot and humid and monsoon season.

Because my work load is heavy. i have two schools. my students are giving up. or yelling. always. or fighting. or...or...or...

And it feels like I'm the only one who sees it
or cares.

I decided a couple of weeks ago that I can't come back to this, in August.

Therefore, I will come back to a new school.
One school. A middle school.
Fingers-crossed.

Over at This is 27...

I just posted or actually re-blogged, something that is crucial to my heart right now.

I have some of the greatest friends and conections a girl could ask for.

You Have Suffered Enough

I woke up this morning with this line of Falling Slowly running through my head

Suffered Enough.

I know that at many levels, things could be worse, suffering could be more painful.
There are plenty of people I can still hold on to, and for that, I'm grateful.

But this year of teaching in Korea won't stop handing us loss and death
from home.

Perhaps we should have seen it coming.
One grandfather passed while we were in flight to this new chapter of our lives.

Recently a dear Uncle.
And now another Grandfather.

In so many ways, when choosing to live 5,000 miles away from home
one prepares for these kinds of events.

So, we're not caught completely off guard.
But, we're  not really...there.

I look forward to returning in August. To letting the truth of these losses sink in. To processing through these times that feel and are, so far removed.

Only two more months.
Followed by another year.

Lord, protect the ones we love and heal us.

(Typed while waiting for a brown, bone-china mug filled with milky Chai Tea to cool down)

Book: Your Republic is Calling You

I'm guessing everyone was beginning to wonder if I even remember how to read or to use this blog site.

Truth be known, I know and remember both.

I also wish I had more time for both.

Finally finished this story about a North Korean 'spy' living in South Korea for decades before being called back and the processes he goes through in deciding when, how and if he'll return.

From my Goodreads:

Your Republic Is Calling You by Young-ha Kim

My rating: 3 of 5 stars


An interesting read especially while living in South Korea. Fascinating thoughts and possibilities regarding the lives of North Korean spies living in South Korea for 20 years before hearing anything from the North. I really enjoyed the perspectives offered - I have nothing to compare the stories too so I'm not sure on their accuracy regarding experience but many aspects seemed possible regarding what I've learned of Korean culutre at large and the relationship between the nations as it now stands.



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Meditation: VII

Shortly after Meditation VI I posted this response to the pain being experienced by a handful of friends.

Two months later, I'm still in the same passage of scripture.

And I need it now as much as I wanted to share it with others then.

Mourning and Comfort.

Matthew 5:4 says

"Blessed are those who mourn,

for they will be comforted."

 

Mourning has followed us to South Korea.

 

Two times now. In the form of loss.

My Grandpa Al.

Mike's god-father and unlce Rick.

 

The two men we've said good-bye to across the oceans are two men who

most desired to be next to the Lord.

 

My heart rejoices that they have made it.

My heart desires to carry out their memory. their legacy.

by living an honorable life

by seeking the Lord

by loving Him first

by extending love, grace and blessing

 

The Message rephrases this verse in the following way:

 

Blessed are you when you feel you've lost what is most dear to you for you will be

embraced by the One most dear to you.

(Typed while in the beginning stages of enjoying a silver travel thermos of Korean Coffee Mix 'coffee')

Things I Know

Here are some things I know:

My head is constantly swimming - with thoughts, ideas, to-do lists, recipe ideas, lesson plans, goals, etc.

My birthday is when I make 'new year's resolutions' - so the days preceeding my birthday are filled with potential 'resolutions'.

I wish I had more time to read.

More time to process. More time to experience. More time to rest. More time to understand.

I wish I understood how to best balance my time.

I know there are a number of things I 'should' do.
I know there are a number of things I want to do.
I know there are a number of things I can do.
I know there are a number of things I don't want to do.
I know there are a number of things I have to do.

I know my heart is more content than I give it credit for.

I know that cooking, baking, conversations, cups of tea, glasses of wine, time to journal (or blog), succesful lesson plans or discussion posts, hugging my man, petting my dog, laying in bed, being outside and a series of other things - Bring me Joy.

I know that I connect with people better in small settings rather than large.

I know that I'm a good hostess.

I know that my life is beautiful - some of that beauty has come from pain and I expect pain to continue bringing beauty.

These things are on my mind and in my heart as I seriously consider...New Year's Resolutions.

Schooled

The following is the compilation of a couple days thoughts, a way for me to process through things and in no way reflects my current state of being...I'm sooo incredibly happy here and in the teaching field. I just need to process through some things.

So much has been running through my poor little head.

I've really been yearning to have time in this place. This blog. Another blog. A Journal. My bed.

I just want to understand what's going on around me.

My 'catch phrase' in Korea has become:

Living here is easy, it's working here that's tough.

Cultural norms are a lot more noticeable in our work environments

Education is a field that is loaded with it's own cultural norms

Nearly everything I believe regarding education is challenged here.

Discipline is viewed differently

Assessing and testing is viewed differently

Challenging students is viewed differently

Purpose of teaching is viewed differently

Equality and Justice are viewed differently

And one more thing, Obama has NO idea what he's talking about when he says America should look to Korea's education system for inspiration. That's a load of crap. From my vantage point anyway. (Just needed to get that off my chest).

I miss working in a school environment where every teacher was devoted to offering the best education possible for each individual student. I miss having co-workers who trusted me, my ideas and things I wanted to try with students. I miss students who were free to show the full range of their emotions, to struggle with learning, to succeed in small things and receive huge celebrations.

I don't miss restraining students. I don't miss being hit, kicked or bitten. I don't miss understanding the hierarchy and pompous personnel's attitude's about my position and abilities.

As I work in education and pursue a Master's Degree in Education, I realize two things:

I'm passionate about this work.

This work will never be all that I dream it could be, it will disappoint.

I'm just learning to be ok with that.

To understand my drive and my passion in context of the world. In context of other drives and passions. Because here's the thing, maybe I could make education everything I want it to be in my educational situation, but then I couldn't have a marriage I'm amazed by, look forward to having children to serve and live life with, be intentional in friendships, cook and bake as I desire (and need), etc.

I'm okay with these passions of mine and I'm learning to be okay with the limits the world puts on those passions coming to full fruition.

I have a long way to go. But having this place to let it out, it's comforting in a way. A way to better understand what's going on in my head and my heart.

(Typed while...drinking nothing? Not during the second go around anyway and frankly, I don't remember the first go at things)

Book: Curry ~ A Tale of Cooks and Conquerors

Curry: A Tale of Cooks and Conquerors by Lizzie Collingham

My rating: 4 of 5 stars


Were every history told in context of food and food culture/progression, I believe I'd know a lot more about world history. If any part of you has a love or interest in: history, India, or Indian food, you will find this an interesting and insightful read. In addition, when choosing to purchase this book, you not only receive a history as told through cuisine, but a dozen or so recipes to fit each stage of that food history.

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In addiiton to this review, a few passages which were of particular interest to me:

"Eating local-grown rice fills the villagers with the nature of their home and binds them to their community. Before setting out on a journey a traveler is required to eat large amounts of village grown rice, to fill him with the essence of home." (pg. 4)

"Psycohologically tea breeds contentment. It is so bound up with fellowship and the home and pleasant memories that its results are also magic." (pg. 199)

"The neutrality of tea makes it easier to share with impunity with members of a caste normally rejected as eating or drinking partners." (pg. 201 - in context of Ayurvedic principles and tea's entrance into India's societal 'norms')

Obviously, the chapter regarding Chai Tea was my favorite, for soo many reasons including tea's ability to break down barriers and the chai tea recipes included at the back of the book.

(Typed while drinking *gasp* Coffee Mix from a small mug  which showcases sweet little homes, trees and clouds with the words 'My Happy Life' at the top...if only I had a good chai...)

About a Dog

A few things I love about having this dog:

• Morning walks in the cool, fresh air on a plot of 'unspoilt' city soil where birds are happy to sing and grass and trees are eager to grow.
• Visible excitement expressed in pawing, twirling, running and pleading with her eyes offered at meal times and upon our return home.
• The Spin and Sit.
• A personality which shines and glimmers, one that says "I'm yours" and "Even though I'm yours, I'm not doing that" (i.e. Wearing Rainboots)
• Her eagerness to be near us; held, pet and enjoyed
• Her willingness to let us go about daily affairs and tasks without being a nusance.
• The way she fits our life and our season better than I would have ever imagined was possible.

A few things that have been 'shake-my-head-in-frustration' moments due to this lovely face:

• Her desire to chow-down on my hair in the middle of the night like a crazy-person and with such determination it was slightly terrifying (completely unsure what product the hairdresser used...)
• Upon returning home last night, discovering 2 pair of my not-so-abundant-supply of undies chewed to shreds! Followed by trash strewn through the bedroom.

(Typed having recently finished two-mini-sized paper cups of coffee mix: instant coffee, creamer and sugar - a little shaky.)

Mourning and Comfort

Two months ago I was entering the Valley of Shadows
with some dear and beloved souls.

My heart was breaking for and with them.

I'm being drawn to that place again.

The trouble with being so far away
is that I carry these burdens just as if I were there
but I miss the opportunity to cry, to hug, to pray
with these beautiful souls, beautiful souls
who are being broken.

The beauty of being so far away
is that I carry these burdens just as if I were there
my heart is downcast, my sould aches for a redemption
that reaches every corner of every heart ache the world over.

Matthew 5:4 says

"Blessed are those who mourn,

for they will be comforted."

I beg the Lord to make good on this promise
I trust the Lord to make good on this promise.

To those whom house beautiful souls which break in this season
you're on my heart and in my prayers --

(Typed while sipping coffee mix from a delicate and cherished Yellow Teacup)

Meditation:VI

Approximately one and a half months have passed since I used this space to mull over and work through some scripture. However, I've been mulling over a bit of scripture and am quite excited to share some findings and have a place to put them down. First of all, I really enjoyed being in Psalm 139 for an extended period of time therefore I've decided to continue forth with scripture memory in a similar fashion and will spend the next few months in Matthew 5:3-12 ~ The Beattitudes. I'm also considering remaining in the red words of the Bible throughout 2011.

To begin this round of meditations, Matthew 5:3

"Blessed are the poor in spirit,

for theirs is the kingdom of heaven."

What does it mean to be 'poor in spirit'?

From the perspective of various translations, here is what I learned:

Blessed are those who...

are at the end of their rope

are humble, who rate themselves insignificant

realize their need for [the Lord]

depend only on Him

realize their spiritual poverty

who recognize they are spiritually helpless

are spiritually needy

know that they need Him

Initially, this passage really tripped me up.

Sometimes, I read: Poor in Spirit (i.e. Holy Spirit)

rather than sprit, personality, character, need.

Seeing these translations help me to see just how

blessed

we can be when we recognize our need for Him.

(Typed while finishing off a Brown Bone China mug of Earl Grey with a bit of Sugar and Milk)

Blogging Pride

Recently I wrote about the reasons I blog, about the number of blogs I update regularly and even mentioned that I have a new blog. Apparently I'm going through a phase of: "I'm so happy to be a blogger and I'd like the world to know" because I have more to say regarding the blogs...

I'm proud of them.
Two in particular.

The Harrington Times
makes be proud because it serves so many functions;
keeping family and friends up to date
chronicling our daily lives (something children and grandchildren will be thrilled about I'm sure)
preparing strangers to come live and work in Korea
offering tips and tricks to living and working in Korea for expat friends and strangers
A few months into living in Korea our request to be included on a popular Korean Blog List was accepted.
Since then, we've seen our daily page views soar...it feels nice, in a "I feel popular and helpful" sort of way.
I'm proud of The Harrington Times.

More recently, I've had 519 Kitchen added to some foodie blog lists.
Foodie Blog Roll and Petit Chef.
And here's the truth: I Love, LOVE cooking and baking. I know that I make some kick ass dishes and have some natural capabilities when it comes to kitchen activities...I also know there are plenty of cooks who are much better than I am. Regardless, I love cooking, I love receiving compliments on dishes I make, I love being inspired to make new dishes or improve on something recent. It's a comfortable, fulfillng place for me.
So, I'm kind of hoping to see my stats soar there too.
(Now, two shout-outs: Annalise, you and your sisters ought to 'apply' for the Foodie Blog Roll and Erin: Thanks for being a recent commenter at 519 - I really, really appreciate it).

Then there's this blog and my newest blog.
I'm proud of them, too.
Because people who read them are good friends of mine.
Because whatever words or ideas I put here - aren't meant for the world.
They're meant for people who know me, make a point of coming to this space, and understand my heart.

Sure, others stumble upon this space.
But, it's more private and I wouldn't have it any other way.

I feel like a momma, proud of her children's accomplishments -- go blogs, go!

(Typed while drinking a Jeonju University mug filled with Korean Brown Rice/Green Tea waiting for 4:30 to arrive...finished the day after at 9:50 am while 6th graders graduate Elementary School.)

Feelings of Fondness

I'm feeling a particular fondness toward Korea and life right now.

I'm sure there are plenty of reasons for this, but that is not of any importance.

What is important, is that I soak in these moments everytime they happen - they are soooo
good and crucial for my soul.

Work started up again
I'm thrilled to see my students.
I'm happy to be teaching.
I'm satisfied with school lunches.

Korea is warming up.
Korea gave me a dog.
Korea's dog gets me outside more often.

I'm simply feeling fond toward this foreign land right now.
I even feel a slight bit more motivated to learn the language.

And, I'm falling in love with the music scene...
I mean, who wouldn't?

(Typed having finished a Strawberry-Chocolate snack and drinking a HOT cup of Korean Green Tea from a small paper cup at Seongchon Elementary School)

This is 27

I'm sitting somewhere between embarassment and unabashed excitement.

I've started another blog.

This is 27

There's no real need for it.
Except my real love of writing,
of recording life,
of seeing where I've been
of sensing where I'm going.

27 is my golden age
(the year when my age matches the date of my birth)
by Korean calculations: I'm 27 now.
by American calculations: I'm 26 and will be 27 in 2012.
That means: 2 years of being 27 - my golden age!

In my life, I've used a lot of journals, simultaneously
to record things just the way I wanted them.
For my 27th year(s), I want a new 'journal'

This is 27 will reflect me
as honestly as possible
using as few words
yet as regular updates as possible
or so, that's how I envision it at this point.

Join me, or not.
I'll still be drinking tea, here in this space.
And leaving recipes on 519 Kitchen
And writing news for The Harrington Times

(Typed after taste-testing a new cookie and preparing to enjoy a couple more with a mug full of milk, a Christmas mug to be exact).

Book: The Ginger Tree

I've just written a review on Goodreads...
You can read it here, in the space below this sentence.

The Ginger Tree by Oswald Wynd

My rating: 4 of 5 stars


I received this book via care package (thanks to Heather) and had no idea what to expect. It was 100% enjoyable. The main character is a traveler who shares such insights and wisdom regarding traveling that make me feel 'connected' to the world of travels. It is a a story of life, exploring, accepting, changing, overcoming, and being set to the backdrop of Asian culture, conflicts and world conflicts - a fascinating read made even more so while living in an Asian nation.

A few quotes which stuck out: (For the blog, I'll add some additional thoughts regarding the quotes, in italics)
"Travel seems to put more than distance between you and the people at home, an increasing number of things you have seen and thought about which you can't mention for fear they would shock, and this is really sad." (pg.26)

This resonates with me to a certain degree, although technology, blogs, facebook, email, skype, etc - have greatly decreased the vastness of such distance. This quote however sums up an aspect of travel that is consistent and at times quite challenging. So often in my own travels I have yearned to share the experience and location with a number of good and cherished friends and family members.

"In Edinburgh it is easy to believe in Heaven as a reward for the good life carefully lived, but from what I have seen of the Far East I am having doubts of what once seemed certain." (pg. 38)

I've never quite felt this, yet understand where it comes from. I understand how things which once seemed certain, suddenly seem shakeable and changable. If anything, for me, travel stretches my view of heaven and the necessity of bringing Heaven to Earth.

"She isn't a restful woman to be with, your mind isn't allowed to go slack in her company, and this is what I needed." (pg. 149)

Ah, the joy of friends who cause us to think and act deeply. I am blessed to have an abundance of such friends the world over.

"I sometimes wonder if under the disguises I wear to make myself more bearable to me I am really hard and selfish, pursuing what I want and brushing aside anything that is likely to hinder me in acheiving this." (pg. 168)

Wearing disguises to make myself more bearable...can only imagine how often I am prone to such behavior.

"At the back of my mind is the feeling that there is a kind of virtue somewhere in not just being able to walk into a shop to buy a pair of shoes, but having to save for six months before you can re-shoe your feet, perhaps cutting out a meat meal a week in order to manage it." (pg. 221)

Yes.

"Some days, reading the papers, being forced to accept the truths lying under the exaggerations, I feel like a ghost returned from another age and, as a punishment for distant sins, forced to watch the crumbling away of everything I had once known, and lived in, and believed to be solid forever." (pg. 285)

Another statement that rings so true to my experience.

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Mary McKenzie, the main character shares these quotes and her experiences in journal entries and letters to friends. I love my blogs, yet reading The Ginger Tree encourages me to get back into my journals and perhaps send a few handwritten letters to friends back in the homeland.

The Blog(s)

Better to write for yourself and have no public,
than to write for the public and have no self.


~Cyril Connolly

Seems a lot of friends of mine are currently undergoing the process of processing.
Processing the 'purpose' of blogging.
of putting it all out there
on the world wide web.
of being vulnerable
in a multitude of ways.

Their insights have encouraged me.

"Now, I have to say this. You guys had the right idea with blogs. I usually feel better when I write in my journal but on a blog, it's out there, and although you don't have to tell anyone about it, someone might read it. And for some reason that makes all the difference. You feel that you are heard, known to some small degree, but known none the less."
~Hannah

This followed some equally well spoken words from another dear blogger friend
words I cannot seem to relocate...

Anyway, all this to say
to confirm
to share
to inform
to encourage

that I enjoy writing. I have three blogs. I will not be ashamed.
Nor will I expect to become famous or well-known because of
one, two or all three.

They each serve a specific purpose for me
a purpose I need from them
a purpose, with one blog in particular, that others 'need' from me.

I blog for oh-so-many-reasons
And it is a beautiful contribution to my soul.

Thanks for stopping by.
If you're so inclined:
I cook and record recipes here.
I post regular updates on life here.

(Typed while finishing off a Brown Bone China mug of honey citrus tea).

Immigration and the Church

We live in a time where Communities of Faith are easily mistaken as Religious Country Clubs- groups of "Pious Folks" [generally speaking] who assemble to satisfy an outward appearance of the personal & social holiness required of them. ~Theon L. Johnson III

Theon is a dear friend of mine
We share a church-background
United Methodist

While I hesitate to claim denominations
The UMC is doing some admirable things
The Church is doing some admirable things

Unfortunately, we don't always get to see or hear about it.

Theon posted the above quote.
And a story about immigration.

I recently posted about immigration, so this news article, meshes well with where I am.
On many levels.

(Typed while waiting for water to boil so that I may enjoy a Jeonju University mug filled with Lady Grey black tea).

The Joy of Cooking

A famous cookbook.
A phrase summarizing my life.

Perhaps a Rephrase would simply be: The Joy of Food.

I love it. I love eating. I love meandering markets.
I love cooking. I love baking. I love when others cook or bake for me.

A guilty pleasure of mine is scanning recipes. My favorite places to do so:

http://www.allrecipes.com/: I especially love the ingredient search.

http://www.vegetariantimes.com/: I love finding innovative ways to use a plethra of veggies - and this is the place!

I have a food blog of my own. You may already know this. You may not.
It began as a chronicle of foods I was creating using goods my husband and I were 'liberating' from grocery store dumpsters...I called the blog Extended Shelf Life.

Since moving to Korea, I renamed that blog. It's now 519 Kitchen, a kitchen that I will always love and cherish for it's character and the company it helped me to welcome and enjoy. A kitchen I hope to recreate as life goes on. Check it out if you haven't: http://www.519kitchen.blogspot.com/



A recent 519 Kitchen Creation: Open Face Hummus, Tomato, Mozzarella Sandwich



In the sidebar, you'll see some links to other blogs who regularly post recipes I think are divine. Check those out too!

And the main purpose of this particular post: To let readers know I have a new obsession. A new source of recipe inspiration which could prove detrimental to my 'to do' list...

http://www.foodporndaily.com/

Don't let the tame turn you off...it's an addicting site, especially if you have a life motto such as:
The Joy of Food!

Bon Appetit!

(Typed while finishing a mug of Blueberry Bang Rooibos tea from a Brown Bone China mug in the company of a sweet Lady Annyeong)

Immigration

I just finished reading this story regarding immigration. It's at times heart-wrenching and other times heart-warming. In this story I have seen the ugliness that can be fallen man and the beauty which can be man redeemed. The story is specifically about one boy's journey atop trains, in the midst of trecherous weather, bandits and corrupt officials, the hardships he faces and his driving desire to see the mother who left him at the age of five to go to the United States. However, this story isn't just about one boy, it's about thousands of children who are left behind every year as mothers make the difficult and impossible decision to seek out better wages and opportunities in el norte with visions of supporting their children and saving enough to return home and maintain a 'priveleged' life.

Enrique's Journey by Sonia Nazario

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


Were I to give this book a one word theme it would be that of 'broken-ness'. The story of Enrique is a story of thousands of immigrant children who experience broken relationships, broken homes, broken hearts, broken bones, broken innocence, broken reunions. The broken-ness extends beyond those children who make the trek from Central America to el norte into the broken-ness of systems, of poverty, of law-enforcement, of those who have gone before, and on and on. As difficult as this story is and the truths about immigration as it often looks are, it is a read worth tackling in order to understand just a small glimpse of what fuels immigration and love for ones family.
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The book left me aching to know my role in this situation. What can I do? What do I know and/or belive about immigration? What do I know and/or believe about poverty? Is there a feasable solution to what has been revealed to be a vicious cycle? I don't know.

What I do know is that I have a voice. I have a vocal, readable, recordable voice - the ability to speak on the behalf of those who don't. I have a voice which speaks loudly through my actions, even if I never open my mouth. I have a voice which is tied to my income and checkbook and will reveal where I succeed or fail in practicing what I preach.

One thing weighed on my heart in reading this - one drop in the bucket of good I contribute, of action point I can take...choosing wisely who to offer our Kiva Loan. Not in a "I don't trust what other borrowers are using their money for"  way but in a, "I have a new sense of what is happening in Central America and why women are leaving, it may well be worth it to invest in the women of those nations in hope that they will remain with their children and communities" way.

What are your thoughts on the issue of immigration? Have you read Enrique's Journey? How did it stir your emotions, call you to action, change your preceptions? Have you read other stories with a similar backdrop regarding immigration? Regarding parts of the world where pain is tangible and you feel moved to seek out a way to serve?

I'd love to hear/read your thoughts!

(Typed while enjoying a bit of strawberry milk before bed!)

Introducing my Companion

We've now had our very own pet for nearly 24 hours.

She's sweet, calm and mellow. Not a yipper like many small dogs.
Inquisitive yet timid.
Nervous yet brave.
Adorable yet mutt-like
Friendly yet shy.

In 24 hours (plus a few additional hours prior to 'finalization') I have had numerous thoughts regarding this new companion recently adopted into our lives. I am excited to have a reason to get out and enjoy fresh air with greater frequency. I anticipate her adapting to us and learning to love people the way we do (yet I fear it just may not be her idea of a good time). I am nervous that I will not have what it takes to give this companion all that she needs and deserves to feel welcomed and cared for. I have never been so directly responsible for the health and happiness of anyone other than myself. (I can't imagine what thoughts one must entertain when entering the responsiblities of parenting).

I'm not so sure about this.
About my abilities.
About my responsibilities.
About my love.
About my patience.
About my sanity.

We are undertaking a lot.
Yet, it feels right. and good.

I can only imagine that the addition of this furry companion
is about to make life much more interesting
and teach me a bundle of lessons along the way!

(Typed having finished dinner with a glass of red wine followed by sitting on the floor beside this companion I've spoken so highly of)

Companion

I'm sitting here, staring at a sweet bundle of fur.

We've welcomed a new friend and companion into our home.

And I couldn't be happier.

She's precious, just wait until I post some pics!

(Typed while enjoying a brown bone china mug of Blueberry Rooibos tea)

Dreams

Sometimes this life we're living

feels like a dream.

a dream come true.

a living dream.

a path to our future dreams.

Maybe that's why this song resonates with me this morning.



Lyrics | Priscilla Ahn - Dream lyrics

(Typed while drinking some water and chowin' down on a roll of sorts from Paris Baguette - Day 3 of Deskwarming has just begun)

Food is Communion

I haven't really taken the opportunity to sit and consider real life New Years Resolutions, but the past couple of days have brought a couple more or less to mind. Actually, the may not really count as resolutions - their more like 'ideas I'm kickin' around and want to see where they might go', and I'm conveniently having them at the beginning of the year. One such idea: I want to better track what I'm reading, how much I'm reading, and most importantly, process through what I'm reading. I have a handful of friends whose Facebook statuses proclaim the number of books they read this year as well as their favorites, etc. I just want to remember what I've read and what influences it causes in my daily living. Last year, I started writing a review for all of my Goodread books - but I don't really leave detailed thoughts because, personally, I don't want book snobs on Goodreads judging me for my lack of intellect or for liking a book they thought was subpar - I'd rather receive grace and an occassional criticism from people I trust and value - so, I'm bringing the Goodreads review here where I plan to elaborate a bit on how each book of 2011 affects me and other ramblings which may come about...so, now you know why this blog 'article' is about a book.

In Defense of Food: An Eater's Manifesto by Michael Pollan

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


"Michael Pollan and I are really on the same page when it comes to food and nutrition. The more real the food and the more intentionally it's being purchased, prepared and shared - the better. In current eating habits this read may seem profound, but ultimately, the advice and information provided are simple. Knowing food in this way, is what I desire in my own kitchen and household."


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This is obviously what I felt comfortable leaving on my Goodreads profile.

But let me tell you - I am SOOO incredibly passionate about food. I wish so deeply, that more people were convicted about the importance of food and eating plants that have nourished generation after generation. I wish all people would put just a little more effort into preparing their own food and meals at home. Here in Korea, I've began prearing quick, light, easy dishes and am continually shocked at how convinced some people are that convenient foods are the quickest, easiest dishes to prepare. For example, last night I took 10 minutes to prepare a dinner that was satisfying, delicious and made use of 'whole foods' (what did I make you ask? Well I just spread some hummus on a slice of bread, topped with onions and tomatoes, sprinkled with salt and pepper followed by olive oil and mozzarella cheese, toasted the boogers up in the oven while I fried a few eggs, topped each slice of bread with an egg and wham, bam, thank you ma'm we were sittin' down to a delicious dinner). 10 minutes! That's all. In Defense of Food really, really encourages me to continue forth on this path of caring about food, about preparing my own, knowing whats in what I'm eating and being intentional about eating. If you're not there or don't get it - I promise to do my best not to judge or condescend, just realize, this is my passion and has been for years!

And because reading a good book should always provide at least one good quote:

"Food is a form of communion with other people

and other species."

~Michael Pollan

(Typed while quickly downing a white Jeonju University labeled mug of Lady Grey Tea with one teaspoon of sugar)

I Do Not See



Taken during the first sunrise of 2011 in Daejeon, South Korea

When I rang in 2010, I knew about as much as anyone can know about an upcoming year.
I knew I had 5 months left working at Linford.
I knew I had only 5 months to enjoy the day-to-day company,
presence, friendship and comfort of my Laramie 'family'.
I knew I'd go to Hawaii
I knew we'd travel the World
We'd meet our Sponsor Child
We'd be in South Africa for the World Cup
We'd end in Asia, most likely with Teaching positions
I'd celebrate 3 years of marriage with my husband
I'd spend Christmas in a foreign land

Granted, any of that could have changed. Could have been dropped, re-vamped, re-written, undone.
But it wasn't.
So at the brink of 2010, I knew what a big and impactful and amazing and wonderful year lay ahead.

In a word, 2010 was Bittersweet.

For months, I knew I was about to leave some of the most
Amazing, Supportive, Beautiful, Loving, Encouraging, Inspiring, Gentle, Humble, God-Fearing, Service-Hearted, Community-Oriented, Intentional friends I've ever known or called my own.

The taste was bitter

For months, I knew I would embark on a dream of a journey filled with joy, adventure, sights, experiences, challenges, growth, lessons and new friendships I couldn't have if I stayed 'home'

The taste was sweet

For months I knew I'd leave my family, yet they'd continue to call and email and facebook and be my family.

The taste is bittersweet.

For months I knew my workday woes would come to an end yet I'd be without my amazing and inspirational co-workers nor the children whom I loved, regardless of behavior.

The taste is bittersweet.

For months I have lived in a foreign land and have experienced such warmth and hospitatility, delightful flavors on my tastebuds, the beginnings of friendships that are just as impressive as the ones I left behind, friendships which I know I am better for having been a part of.

The taste is sweet.

For months I have missed out on the day-to-day lives of cherished family and friends, children growing, wedding bells ringing, Christmas Breaks re-juvenating and re-uniting, New Year glasses clinking, in a place that will always and forever be home.

The taste is bitter.



Last year, we received the gift of a prayer from a dear friend.

One that as applicaple then as it is now:

My Lord God, I have no idea where I am going.

I do not see the road ahead of me.

I cannot know for certain where if will end.

Nor do I really know myself,

and the fact that I think I am following your will

does not meant that I am actually doing so.

But I believe that the desire to please you does in fact please you.

And I hope that I have that desire in all that I am doing.

I hope that I will never do anything apart from that desire.

And I know that if i do this you will lead me by the right road,

though I may know nothing about it.

Therefore I will trust you always

though I may seem to be lost and in the shadow of death.

I will not fear, for you are ever with me,

and you will never leave me to face my perils alone.

~Thomas Merton

I raise my yellow teacup filled with hot water ( a strange habit developed in the ROK) to the year of 2011 although I do not see.