Feliz Centenario! We were honored to be invited to celebrate the 100th birthday of the grandmother of friends of ours, the West Coast family who adopted us about 20 years ago. Mass was held at her home to honor her, five generations of family were present and the Mariachis played all night! J asked her the secret to her long life and she said, “Solo El Señor sabe.” (Only the Lord knows.)
Freedom by Jonathan Franzen is a long book (582 pages) and initially I wondered if I would actually finish it. But early on it was clear that I was reading and relishing all the sordid details of the lives of Patty and Walter Berglund and it wouldn’t be a problem completing this task in one week. Woven into the finely detailed personal and relationship struggles are contemporary politics and environmental issues. At times there maybe too much ink spent on some of that. But the author is adept at getting us into his characters’ heads and that is why you get hooked. A fellow reader tells me that Franzen’s previous book, Corrections, is much better than Freedom and I plan to put it on my reading list too. But first I have to read the second and third in the series about The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo.
This week I saw a good film—Secretariat, with Diane Lane and John Malkovich.It’s a story about the horse who won the Triple Crown in the early 1970’s and his owner, a housewife who stepped outside the box and took some personal risks to make it all happen. Definitely a feel good movie and I loved the message of the story: choose your race and run it!
I had an odd sensation in my last two yoga classes. I couldn’t quite figure out what I was feeling, what was different, what was wrong with me. Then it struck me today: Oh, I’m not planning what I need to do today, and I’m not ruminating about things that are bothering me. I’m not worrying about life. Every now and then, something slipped in like, what am I going to make for dinner tonight? But for the most part I was actually just in the present moment and doing yoga! My head was kinda—clear!
The weather in San Diego normally consists of two seasons: spring and summer. This year, however, seems different: spring and fall! This is, like, day five in a row of gray skies, drizzly, no sunshine, nothing like we are used to in October. This is like back East: time for soup, boots and—dare I say it?—sweater weather.
I just like to go shopping without ducking and dodging the political petitions and the fundraisers. (Although I have stopped for the once a year opportunity to buy Girl Scouts’ Thin Mints cookies.) So there were no solitictors at TJ’s, but there were a few outside of the Henri’s, just a few doors down.
“I don’t know if I continue, even today, always liking myself. But what I learned to do many years ago was to forgive myself. It is very important for every human being to forgive herself or himself because if you live, you will make mistakes—it is inevitable. But once you do and you see the mistake, then you forgive yourself and say, ‘Well, if I’d known better I’d have done better,’ that’s all. So you say to people who you think you may have injured, ‘I’m sorry,’ and then you say to yourself, ‘I’m sorry.’ If we all hold on to the mistake, we can’t see our own glory in the mirror because we have the mistake between our faces and the mirror; we can’t see what we’re capable of being. You can ask forgiveness of others, but in the end the real forgiveness is in one’s own self.”—Maya Angelou (via kari-shma)