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Confession: I collect quotes, Kindle ebooks and more recently, plants. Whoohoo green thumb!

It is also no secret that I admire and would love to have coffee with Joan Didion. She has been a professional writer for over 50 years, and she definitely knows a thing or five about writing and living.

I met Joan in the pages of her book, The Year of Magical Thinking about seven years ago, just after my mum died. It was a memoir of her own journey with grief after the sudden death of her husband. The book made me think and certainly made me appreciate grief and other people’s journey with grief. I was so struck by her words, I’ve been playing catch up, reading more of her work since.

Reading her work and collecting quotes along the way. Today, I’m sharing some of my favourites with you:

On staying present to the present:

‘Life changes in the instant. The ordinary instant.’ The Year of Magical Thinking, 2005

On writing to remember:

‘Memory fades, memory adjusts, memory conforms to what we think we remember.’ Blue Nights, 2011

On grief as a journey and the importance of empathy – who feels it knows it:

‘Grief turns out to be a place none of us know until we reach it.’ The Year of Magical Thinking, 2005

On starting:

‘There’s a point when you go with what you’ve got. Or you don’t go.’ The Paris Review, fall-winter 1978

On moving on:

‘I have already lost touch with a couple people I used to be…’ Slouching Towards Bethlehem, 1968

 Joan’s work and her importance as a female essayist, continues to inspire me. It is tough work this writing and living and being seen. I would love to hear from you, share some of your favourite quotes below!

 

This is my first Five Minute Friday link up since 2014! I cannot believe that it has been so long! AAAAAHHH I feel blessed to rejoin this group of writers. This week I’m going write a note to my future self.

You can join in too. The rules are pretty simple – write for 5 minutes on the word prompt for the week and post to your blog, then add your post to the linky party over at the Five Minute Friday community.

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Hey Future Self, it’s me, your younger, less hot self! I’m sending you lots of love.

I know that the decisions I make today are leading me towards you and while sometimes I cannot see things clearly, my track record thus far has been pretty great. Whatever it is, whatever it looks like, no matter how bad it gets, YOU GOT THIS.

Every day that I wake up, I try to be mindful that you, the future me, depends on who I decide to be today, in this moment. And the woman I am today, decides to make the most of her time here, with what she has, right where she is, exactly as she it. Because that is always enough.

I hope I make you proud.

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After I wrote this post I did a quick Google search and found this amazing website that makes it super easy to write a note to your future self. Feel free to check it out here. 

Any day I have tiramisu is the best day ever!

Tiramisu Always Makes Me Happy!

It’s my thing!

Those yummy ladyfingers soaked in coffee liqueur wrapped in the gossamer blanket of ecstasy that is whipped mascarpone topped with oh so decadent chocolate…

I cannot do justice to the assault on my senses whenever I bite into a really good tiramisu!

In fact I am on a quest to find the very best the world has to offer. I will have it every time as long as it is on the menu! And if it’s not…I still ask…just in case.

For the uninitiated, tiramisu is an Italian dessert, which means “pick me up” or as I like to call it, “Heaven in My Mouth”.

So light, so creamy with just the right amount of coffee and chocolate…

This love affair started in the early 00’s when I went to work for a friend of a cousin of mine. This job was supposed to be a summer experience, until it turned into a nightmare. Thankfully it was a blessedly short one, since I left after a couple of weeks. The one shining moment during that whole ordeal, was that the owner of the company treated her female employees of which there were only 2 to a nice Italian lunch. For dessert, she ordered the tiramisu for us, and to this day I am still grateful. There can be some good in every bad situation!

I have had great tiramisu experiences at restaurants here in Trinidad & Tobago. But by far the best experience has been at Aioli Restaurant. It is faneffingtastically fabulous! And I go there just to have it. But it is so special a treat…it must be for a special occasion. To be savoured. To be lingered over. To be shared with extra special company! It.is.that.good.

While the restaurant experiences are good, nothing compares to the homemade tiramisu prepared with the care and attention of skilled hands. I am blessed with two friends – Kathryn & Chantal who make a killer tiramisu. If they both weren’t already taken I would “put them in house!”

I have tried my hand at making it (obvs) and if I do say so myself it came out great…but somehow I felt that making it myself, demystified the dessert and its sexy allure was dimmed a bit. Tiramisu is an experience!

Ha! I am a fool aren’t I!

And just a note to those who like to substitute ingredients (cake for ladyfingers, ugh!) – STOP IT! It’s no longer tiramisu if you’re using vanilla pudding for mascarpone. **CoughWildOliveCough**

Tiramisu in its purest form is as close to heaven on earth you will get!

 


 

NaBloPoMo December 2014

You were born on a Saturday.

And after 23135 days on this earth, you died on a Saturday.

It’s been 1326 days…since.

And I have missed you Mummy, on every single one.

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I’m participating in Trifecta’s FINAL {EVER} Trifextra Challenge:

Trifecta Writing Challenge

For this final challenge, we had 33 words to write about whatever we wanted. And of course I just needed to write about my mother. I found this challenge quite by chance back in 2012 and I am so glad I made it in time for the final one. Doing this added a fun dimension to my approach to blogging, my use of words and my writing as a whole. I too would like to thank the editors for the encouragement they have always given to each and every entrant.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
You can check out others’ entries or submit your own if you are so inclined at:

Trifextra: Week 105

Please feel free to share your own thirty-three words below.

According to 1000 Awesome Things…”packed boxes are ghosts.”

When I moved into my apartment over two years ago I unpacked everything except 5 large cardboard boxes. I’ve been delaying unpacking these last few things because there was a part of me that felt if I unpacked ALL the boxes then this “new” space would not really be temporary. I felt that if I unpacked everything then it means that I have really moved on. I’ve truly said goodbye to my childhood.

All this time I have had these 5 boxes in my tiny kitchen and lived with them…they became part of the room. Inside they held my mother’s things: Crockery, bowls, glasses…the first prize I ever won at a school sports day. Until now I just could not face unpacking them…it was 3 parts I don’t want to unpack mummy’s things and 1 part laziness.

Biggest surprise: I did not cry. Not even when I removed the wrapping on her prized CorningWare bowls. Instead, as I carefully washed them I remembered the meals we used to prepare in them and I thought about the ones I have yet to create. I look forward to using them. No ghosts here.

Today’s prompt asks whether you’re doing the holidays larger or smaller this year? While I don’t have that much Christmas spirit…no decorations or lights or even a tree…I guess I’m doing Christmas on a larger scale (for me) this year. Unpacking my mother’s things and handling that as well as I did, has shown me that I have made some major progress in my journey with grief. I also cleaned more than I did last year and the year before that…that’s for damn sure. My aching shoulders are testament to how much cleaning has been going on. I’m not even completely finished too. I’m on break right now…

So as I sit and type this in my kitchen/living room I cannot help but note that my apartment feels lighter because those boxes are gone.

I realize too that despite how tired I am right now…I feel lighter because I’m moving forward.

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I’m participating in BlogHer’s NaBloPoMo Challenge for the month of December:

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You can read some awesome entries here: NaBloPoMo December