gift idea.

i've been reading a book my mom got me when i was home last called "if" by amy carmichael. it's so incredibly insightful. so incredibly simple. yet so incredibly challenging.

the first section is a series of statements that begin with "if" and end with "then i know nothing of calvary love."

for example: "if i am afraid to speak the truth, lest i lose affection, or lest the one concerned should say, 'you do not understand,' of because i fear to lose my reputation for kindness; if i put my own good name before the other's highest good, then i know nothing of calvary love."

the next section consists of one page essays about loving others. it's so honest and straightforward - a must read.

i keep reading it over and over (it's a small book and one that need not be read in order) and find myself finding new things each time to think about.

anyways, could be a good gift idea if you're still stuck. word play.

bean.

when i grow up, i will have a large brown dog named frijol. see - i can make life decisions.

small bulbs of radiant light.

i don't usually leave a light on in my apartment when i leave for the evening even though it means coming home to a dark place where i must stumble around a bit before i manage to flip on the light switch.

not so tonight.

i was greeted my the warm glow of my christmas tree lights that robyn help me put up this afternoon. and by warm, i do not mean fire hazard warm.

is it dumb to keep them plugged in all day long with the curtains closed?

creativity to a point.

so i've written a short story. anyone have any ideas as to what i should do with it?

curling up on the chair with a good book.

i consistently grab the chicken broth from my refrigerator door instead of the almond milk - which, in my defense, have very similar shaped boxes - to add to my india spice chai tea.

as of this afternoon i haven't followed through with the disastrous deed. you would think that i would re-locate the chicken broth to a less prominent spot in my fridge since i don't even know how to cook with it. you would think.

the butcher of royal palms.

today at breakfast i watched an older gentleman chopping broccoli, peppers, and potatoes for our breakfast tacos. i was a bit concerned that he was going to also chop the tips of his fingers and include them as well into our breakfast feast. there were so many close calls that i can't believe that he left in one piece. seriously, i've never seen such reckless chopping in my life.

how does one recover from such trauma?

motivations.

i have started composting again thus i have starting eating more things with scraps to compost.