Monthly Archives: February 2013

Inspiration Part I

I find inspiration in many different places in life. Depending on how I feel or my particular outlook on a particular day, I can find inspiration in my daily wanderings, in nature, birds flying overhead, the weather. Life inspires if lived correctly. Another huge source of inspiration comes from the various books that I read. As stated in a previous post, I am an avid reader, and as such I come across many words of inspiration that motivate me or move me in some way. Today I will share a few gems with you. Enjoy!

“It takes a minute to have a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone…but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.”

“To belittle, you have to be little.”

“One’s own religion is after all a matter between oneself and one’s Maker and no one else’s.”

“Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.”

“Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.”

The above quotes were taken from “The Treasured Writings of Kahlil Gibran.”  This book has a whole lot of gems inside that I have fallen in love with, words of wisdom and words to live by.  I am still reading this book and will probably share more words of wisdom at a later date.

The quote that will follow is taken from “Sister Outsider” by Audre Lorde.  It’s from an essay entitled “The Master’s Tool Will Never Dismantle the Master’s House.

“Those of us who stand outside the circle of this society’s definition of acceptable women; those of us who have been forged in the crucibles of difference…know that survival is not an academic skill.  It is learning how to stand alone, unpopular and sometimes reviled, and how to make common cause with those others identified as outside the structures in order to define and seek a world in which we can all flourish.  It is learning to take our differences and make them strengths.”

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Book Lovers

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I am an avid reader. It’s one of my joys and pleasures. My idea of a good day would be a rainy day curled up on the couch reading an intriguing book, with my son curled up on the chaise lounge doing the exact same thing.  Another good day would be our monthly book shopping spree.  Once a month my son and I go to the huge Barnes and Nobles in our borough and spend at least an hour browsing the racks and tables.  And every time we go we set a goal for how many books and magazines we each can get, and every time we exceed that amount.  But that’s one expense that I don’t mind paying.

I think it is really wonderful that my son enjoys reading as much as I do.  Boys have such a negative reputation in regards to reading, but so far we haven’t had that problem.  Maybe it has to do with the fact that I read to him since he was in the womb.  Or that as a baby I read him a story before bed.  As he got older we would read stories together, or he would read to me.  One of our favorite in-house activities is cutting off the television and reading, sharing interesting tidbits or sections out loud to the other.

Since I never stuck to just children stories, I also exposed my son to many different genres — history, myths, biographies and my all time favorite — poetry.  My son has embraced poetry with open arms, purchasing three books of poetry on our last excursion.  We have the most fun reading poetry to ech other,  Our home library is filled with a wonderful selection of books and continues to grow every year.

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Sisters

“If you don’t understand how a woman could both love her sister dearly and want to wring her neck at the same time, then you were probably an only child.”

— Linda Sunshine

Having an older sister can be a blessing and a curse.  You hate and love them at the same time.  Depending on the age difference they will either be your best friend or your worse enemy.  My sister and I are only 4 years apart.  When we were younger that age difference was huge.  She thought because she was older she was my second mom.  And boy was she bossy, (she still is but shhh).  Because she was older she thought she had the right to tell me what to do, when to do it and how to do it.  That caused a whole lot of arguments and fights between us.  At times I hated her guts and wondered out loud and often, why couldn’t I have been an only child.

Even though we fought often and called each other names, telling each other how much we hated each other, (that was mostly me, I am the one with the dramatic flair), no one else could dare talk about me.  My sister would be ready to fight anyone who bothered me.  She could call me every nasty name in the book, but no one else had that right. She was my protector, and still is.

As we got older, the age difference really didn’t matter any more.  She became  my confidant, the person I run ideas past, my fashion coordinator, because that really isn’t my forte, my personal shopper, my editor, my everything.   As we aged, she became my best friend.  Don’t get me wrong, at times we don’t see eye to eye, and most times we can agree to disagree.  Sometimes we may have to pause and take a break from each other, go off to our own corners and cool off, but at the end of the day, I know she has my back and I have hers.  I wouldn’t trade her in for the world.