Monday, January 30, 2012

Forever Selfish

Our plane landed in Madison, Wisconsin on a dazzling sunny day. My family exited the plane and went to luggage pickup. There waiting for us were my grandparents. Such joy we always have upon seeing them! Living in Oakland, California made it hard to each other much. I hugged my grandpa with my little arms, inhaling his expensive cologne and squeezing his soft zigzag sweater. We share little words but wink at each other; smiling cheesy grins. No one in the world could ever understand our relationship. We say so much with our eyes and teeth. And then I raced to my grandma, taking in her stunningly bright-colored sweat suit. I asked her if we could go to the pool that day. She chuckled and poked my nose saying it was a bit chilly out for swimming, maybe next time. As my six other family members followed my grandparents to the cars, (for naturally we could not all fit into one compacted car,) my mind was on water toys, misty fountains, and melting ice cream.  We left the building and headed into the damp, rubber-smelling, parking garage. Up ahead I saw an ink black PT-Cruiser and smiled. At seven years old PT-Cruisers were the “coolest.” I wondered if I would ever get to ride in one; my imagination went wild at the thought. As we kept walking I kept looking for my grandpa’s gray and my grandma’s white Honda’s. We were very close to the PT-Cruiser now. To my astonishment, grandma approached and unlocked the sleek black PT-Cruiser.

“Grandma!” I whispered loudly, “This is your car?”
“Yes, dear. Grandma got a new car. Do you like it?” she replied with a twinkle in her eye.
I, as my seven-year-old mind thought dramatically, “almost died.”  Of course I didn’t just like it; I LOVED it. What would my friends say? I could hardly wait to tell them! I had the coolest grandparents ever!

When I think of my grandparents, three adjectives come to mind: wise, humble, and generous. They think before speaking and consult before acting. It is these things that have made me forever selfish of them; for why would I want to share them with anyone else? Could it be possible to tuck them in my pocket and pull them out whenever I needed advise? Or maybe just to take me to the pool and let me lap on a dripping ice cream while sitting in the cool fountain? 

My love to them, forever and always

Monday, January 23, 2012

Grace by U2
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Grace
She takes the blame
She covers the shame
Removes the stain
It could be her name  
                                                                        GRACE                                              
Grace
It's a name for a girl
It's also a thought that changed the world
And when she walks one the street                                           
You can hear the strings
Grace finds goodness in everything
                                                                           REMOVES THE
Grace, she's got the walk
Not on a ramp or on chalk
She's got the time to talk
She travels outside of karma
She travels outside of karma
When she goes to work
You can hear her strings
Grace finds beauty in everything
                                                                            STAINS
Grace, she carries a world on her hips
No champagne flute for her lips
No twirls or skips between her fingertips
She carries a pearl in perfect condition



What once was hurt
What once was friction
What left a mark
No longer stings
Because grace makes beauty
Out of ugly things



Grace makes beauty out of ugly things
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Grace can be a beautiful thing and not just something that becomes a blessing for the undeserved. I'm not a giver of grace, I'm a "he got what he deserved" type person. But when I hear this song, I hear Grace is "also a thought that changed the world." That Grace changes this world. That blessing the undeserved changes this world, and in a positive way. Grace took away "what left a mark" and made it "no longer sting". When I don't deserve something I know I don't deserve it, but nothing feels better then when grace steps in and blesses me with taking away my "what once was hurt". This song is inspirational to me because it tells me how I can help change the world; how I can come along side the undeserved and instead of taking away hope of removing their stains I try and help remove them. 

Tuesday, January 17, 2012


I would think writing would come easy to me because of my love of literature, but alas, writing is like a poisonous arrow in my Achilles’ heel.  Let me explain. I get an idea, I find my sources, I write my thesis, I lay out my outline, and then I sit at the computer… and stare into the glaring light with my hands frozen at the keyboard.  I live a well life only to die at the heel. Now, yes, that is a bit of an exaggeration, but it’s the best way to describe what’s going on.  Paragraphs form in my head faster then I can type them down!  I'm  determined to learn how to form my writing and actually make words appear! Writing papers are a challenge for this chickadee. Bring it on!