Right, Right and Right! … A Short Thought

It’s the right thing to think that this planet is my Mother-Earth!  But it’s not my right to own it.  But it’s time to make that right turn to care for this planet.

It’s the right thing to think that I must devote my time to raise and love my offsprings!  But it’s not my right to own them.  But it’s time to make that right turn to set them free and let them spread their wings.

It’s the right thing to think that I must love myself.  But it’s not my right to own myself.  So, it’s time to make that right turn to open my heart to live, laugh and love.  And, towards the end make that right turn to become one with Mother Earth, who ultimately has the right to own me.  And, that is the right thing to do!

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Little events — make me wonder and ponder!

November 2015:  My daughter wants her friends to make tie-dye shirts during her sleepover birthday party.  We buy a kit at a craft store for $12.  (Not bad!)

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Birthday party day arrives – While my daughter and her friends go for bowling and pizza; we, her Dad and I, set up her tie-dye stuff —  plastic tablecloth, gloves, paper towels, buckets, shirts and the kits.  All set!  (We are relieved!)

My daughter calls around 9 p.m., “I’m cancelling the tie-dye activity because it’s too late.”  She tells us to get rid of  the stuff before they arrive home.  Hurriedly, her Dad runs down to the basement, and quickly rolls up the plastic tablecloth with the tie-dye stuff, and sticks the whole thing behind our office area.  (Whew!  All set! Relieved again!)  Next morning, party comes to a nice end, after a round of cinnamon rolls for everyone.  (Yummy!)

 

December 2015:  One month later.

10:30 A.M. – I go to the craft store and return the tie-dye kit.  I get my $12 back.   Now, I have some cash in my wallet.  (I feel happy!)

2:30 P.M. – I drove my daughter to the animal shelter where she walks, loves and plays with the dogs.  She does this 6-days a week.

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5 P.M. – I pick her up from the shelter.  (I can’t wait to go home and relax).  Just then my daughter gets a call from a friend to join her for a holiday show.  (No more relaxing!). (Oh, her Dad can drop her.) (Yay!) (I feel relaxed already!)

6:30 P.M. – She needed money to buy a ticket for the show.  (Not an issue!).  I give her the two $5 bills from the return I made at the craft store.  (Down to $2 in my wallet.)

6:40 P.M. – Almost out of our drive way, I watch the car suddenly stop.  (Why?)  “Hurry, I need $2 more, tickets are $12.”  I run inside — grab two $1 bills — give them to her.  Off they go!  (My wallet is now cash-free!) (But, now I can relax — that’s priceless!)

What just happened here?  Little things just happened here!  My returning the tie-dye kit! Receiving the $12! Giving away that same $12 for tickets!  The ticket price happening to be $12.  Hmm!

DING! My thoughts were abruptly paused by a text.  “Can u check to see if the money fell in the driveway?”  (What?!) ($ lost!) (Already!) (How?!) (And, just like that! – POOF!) (The $12 vanished)  (How?!) (I think I asked that before … but really) (How?!)

“Not in the driveway.  It has to be in the car cuz u did not come out of the car,”  I text her back.

“Can’t find it.  Please, just bring another $12 when u pick me up,” she texted back.

So very weird?  I went through the entire tie-dye chain of events – buying the kit, returning the kit, giving the money from the return to my daughter!  Only to have it lost!  Small events make me wonder and ponder!

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Companionable to Honorific

“I’m so happy you are here,” I say to my Dad, gently kissing him on his cheek.  “I am too.  I am, too,” he replies reaching for his grand-kids.  My daughter hugs him tightly. She is 2 1/2-years-old; and my son, 9-months-old.  This is a penultimate to ‎ Honorific article which I wrote in July 2014.  He made many trips to see us, but this was a trip my dad made 16 years ago.  My kids are now, teenagers.

My daughter is standing up on an adjacent chair where my dad is sitting; her tiny body resting on my dad’s right shoulder. My dad is eating his breakfast.  She’s watching him intently; now poking his cheeks, touching his head; then pulling his scarce hair; and finally, wanting to play with his food.  She is trying to take his toast out of his hands.  He let’s her take it. She dunks it in his tea!  I react,  “No, No, No!”  My dad quickly comes to her defense, “Let her.”  I step aside.  I help my son eat his breakfast.

In focus, is my peripheral vision: The toast, all of it now, is drowned in his tea-cup.  She is attempting to scoop it out with a spoon, only to splatter the content all over the table.  I remain quiet.  She puts the spoon down, but does not give up!  She puts her fingers in the cup, and takes a bit of soggy toast out in her pincer grasp.  A success!  She feeds that to my dad.  YUCK!  He, lovingly, eats it.  Patience and love, that was my dad.  Once she was done, my dad gladly cleaned the mess.

Another beautiful sunny, warm, and breezy day.  I look out the dining room window into our backyard and see my dad watching my daughter play in her sand pit.  I’m so happy he is here!  I notice him adjusting his thick eye-glasses, a few times.  The breeze must be bothering his eyes.

It’s already evening, I’m making my way to the kitchen to fix dinner.  I see my dad standing still in the hallway.  I ask, “Is everything okay, dad?”  He calmly says, “my vision seems blurry.”  I’m nervous now; he then says his vision is good.  I go on to make dinner.  During dinner, we talk about the house-painters, who were coming to paint our house.

The house gets painted in two days.  My dad seems happy with the paint job, “looks bright and beautiful,” he says.  It’s also time for my dad to return home, in upstate NY.  I live in the south.  “Get your eyes checked, ASAP,” I remind him as we drive to the airport.  He leaves.  Tears roll down my eyes.

Life, after his visit, went on as usual for a few months.  My dad’s eye-check-up went well.  However, at his next eye-check-up, six months later, the doctor said he had to have an eye surgery.  The ophthalmologist operated on both his eyes to save his vision.  But, his vision did not return.

Life, for him, was in a dark place.  He managed traveling with help, and came to “see” his grand kids.  He kept his spirits up.  He laughed and told us jokes while we sat together at the dinner table.  I would let him know placement of food on his dinner plate – 12 o’clock was broccoli, 3 o’clock was bread, 6 o’clock chicken, and 9 o’clock potatoes, and so on.

Nine years had passed…  “I’m a busy man, you know.  My time flies, too.  I THINK – all day long!” My dad would say to us, smiling, when he felt that we were feeling bad for him.  My kids had grown older and taller;  my dad, older and weaker.  He continued living his life in peace, grace, and gratitude; and in deep darkness.  A positive man in his core; my dad lived with great strength. 

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Companionable.”

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A good day, today!

No reactions, no hot headed-ness, no judgments, no arguments, no attitudes.  Kept my cool and did not react instantly.  Was a busy day, but ended up having a good day, today!

8 AM: My husband dropped my daughter to school.  Gave me extra time to enjoy my breakfast.

8:30 – 10:30 AM: Workout time!

11:30 AM: Checked out my daughter from school for physical therapy for an elbow injury.

12 PM: My daughter had lunch at a local restaurant.  I filled out paperwork for therapy session.

1:00 PM: Therapy time!  The therapist asked my daughter her expectations from the session.  I quickly answered, “Good news. She wants to hear that she can go to gymnastics again.”

2:00 PM: Therapist said, “She’s all good to go to gymnastics, but she still needs to be back for two more sessions.  That’s to make sure everything is going good as she eases into it.”

2:40 PM: My daughter goes back to school.

2:45 PM: I had my lunch – late!  Salad with chicken, strawberries, dried cranberries.  Yummy.

4 PM: My daughter returned home from school, played with the dogs, then got ready for gymnastics.  Totally excited since she had missed several weeks of it.

4:15 PM: I called a photo studio to register my daughter for her senior picture session.  After holding for 15 minutes I got a representative.  But our connection cracking!  Heck, I was not going to call again and wait again.  Finally got good connection, I had to be outside my house.  I felt a big relieve!

5 PM: I called the gymnastic place to make a payment.  The director said that she will not charge me until she sees how my daughter does today.  I was impressed…great customer service!

5:30 PM: Took my beagle for a walk.  My husband took our pit bull.  Great walk!

6:30 PM: Dinner time!  I skewered marinated chicken.  Then grilled it with peppers, onions.  Baked a potato and split it in half.  My husband sautéed peas.  He loves peas.

7 PM:  Had dinner out on the deck.  Gave dogs chewy treats.  Lit a candle.  Enjoyed a beautiful cool evening.

8 PM: My daughter returned from gymnastics.  All went well…she can continue.  Good news!  She had dinner…Edamame Pasta and Fruit smoothie.

9 PM:  Daughter started on her homework.  Dogs decided to rest.  Husband went to play tennis.  I sat to blog.  Son rehearsing saxophone with a group of friends, should be coming home soon – 15 hours at school!  Yikes.

Day is over.  Evening has gracefully given into quiet sleepy night.

I really wanted to blog about this day.  Everyday can be like this.  Advice: Need to keep my cool, and not react instantly in any situation!  Since I want good days like today, I’ll be reminding myself of this advice frequently.  Good days to you all too:)

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The Space to Write

Quietness surrounds me; concentration pulls my thoughts together;  vision focuses to my notes and my laptop.  My body sits still on the bar stool, while my fingers do a tireless dance on the keyboard spewing words on the screen.  And,  the next thing I know, I’ve written something.  I read, re-read, edit, edit again, and once I enjoy my writing, I post!

Before I post:  I grab my space in time to write, because time keeps fleeting fast .  I write in between my responsibilities.  A habit that’s becoming addictive.  I miss it if I don’t do it.

My iPhone is always with me, wherever I go.  (I might as well embed it into my skin.)  In the house, I keep my laptop right on the kitchen counter-top, few steps away from the stove.  I have a drawer near the stove-top that carries my hand-writing supplies.  Paper, pen, pencils, and Sharpies.  I frequently jot down ideas on paper.  Later when I type, I refer to my paper notes.  A good system for me.

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When I sit down to write, I shift my mental gear.  I close all other thoughts and get focused on my notes, and start to elaborate on each point as I type on my blog.

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Enjoy your writing!

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Three Goals: for The Unstoppable Optimistic!

Here are my three goals for my blog:
  1. Celebrate my blog’s first anniversary, when it arrives.  Then, continue posting on my blog, with zest, of course.  
  2. Start writing, writing and writing, like a novelist.   
  3. Make tons of blog friends…share and learn a lot of anything and everything from each other, and mostly support and enjoy different blogs!

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Let Social Media Inspire You! —a short thought on a tweet

Life.  Your life  needs a few essentials to survive: sunlight, water, air, food and shelter. Nothing more.  But your life has evolved, now, into a sophisticated living being.  Thus, your life must add an additional essential: studying.  When you are studying, you are learning, thinking, planning, creating, and accomplishing things.  Studying has made you into an educated living being.

You are educated!  “You study, study, study, and at the end, you are lucky enough to discover the greatest gift of education: that you know nothing at all.” @thisisEJKoh.  You know nothing at all about how complex your brain is, or how big your universe is; you know nothing about how you were created, or how many stars are there in the sky; you know nothing about what dreams really mean or why you exist; you know nothing about where you’ll go when you die.   You know nothing about what will happen in the next moment.   @thisisEJKoh, thank you for the quote!  

Note:  And, the “You” in my article is the human race.

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One-Word Inspiration – The word is: Home

When I was a young child, I never thought of the word home much.  I lived in a nice home with wonderful parents.  I went to school and returned home everyday and never thought of home as a home.  But it was a place where I wanted to be all the time. Home was just a nice place where I was really comfortable. When I was home after school, I would make sure I went outside my home to spend time with my friends.

Fast forward to now.  Now, I live in a nice home too.  I have a family.  My two kids are here at home. This house is now a home for my children.  I see how much the same they are.  This is a place where they are comfortable.  This is a place where they want to come to at the end of their day.   I think they are in the same state of being as I was when I was their age.  When they get older and are out in the big world…they’ll realize that they had a nice home.

You only miss something when you are not in it.  While you are in the moment, you cannot miss that moment.  I remember many sweet times with my parents. We watched TV shows together, who does that now?  Everyone in my family has their own electronics.  Home was a place where the young me felt safe. loved, and cared for.

I wish a nice home for everyone.  I am grateful that I had a place that I could call home. Everyone deserves a place that they can call home.  Home on earth is one tiny spot where you feel you belong!

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Why I write?  

I write because…

Writing is like a good workout.  Hard and rewarding!  My workouts involve me riding on a stationary bike.   When I’m riding uphill on this bike, I struggle to peddle.  I find myself pushing them with all my might.  I’m profusely sweating from head to toe!  I feel the pain and pressure building in my legs and glutes:)   It is during this struggle that good change happens to my muscles.  This is the reward!  I reach the top of my climb, I let go of the tension, and I start rolling downhill.  I’m peddling at a high-speed with good momentum …it’s exhilarating!  It’s the best release for all stress!

Writing is the same way.  The pressure, tension and climb keeps building inside my head as it continues to pop ideas.  Narrowing down these ideas take hard and clear focus.  It’s at this point I feel that I have climbed a steep hill and made it to the top!  I KNOW I made it!  I’m sweating insanely in my brain:)!   It’s time to pen down my thoughts.  I start writing, and instantly feel the pressure and tension easing, and a good momentum building.  I feel the release!  I’m exhilarated that I’m able to express myself this way, with words.  And, this is why I write!

I’m finished writing.  It’s time to socialize and share:)   Time to meet my blogger friends.  This is my reward!

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From Every Angle: Weekly Photo Challenge

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In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “From Every Angle.”

Beautiful couple of roses!  They look beautiful from every angle!  They have been with me a while now.  I can’t remember the occasion now.  More than likely they were for my birthday or wedding anniversary or Mother’s Day or Valentine’s Day.  But they have been with me for a while.

They still glow in their fresh looking pinkish orange color.  I know one thing for sure that these were given to me with love.  I feel the love!  Each petal perfectly placed and perfectly dried now.  Dried but yet giving me warm feelings every time I go past them.

They are simple and elegant.  They have no life now, but they continue to emit beauty.    When my life ends, it’ll be like these dried roses…still beautiful, emitting beautiful memories for the living!

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