I sent this text to my boss this evening ..."GOD IS GOOD and So are you"! He, an avid cook himself was so kind as he made a copy of his taped Nigella Lawson for me. I had, just hours earlier shared with him how I only saw Nigella Lawson for the first time the previous afternoon. And to learn later, he made a copy of the DVD a 13 episode of NL for me!!! Is he good or what? I was really excited to get home for the weekend......like a kid waiting to get his hands on a new toy. That was the exact feeling that consumed me thinking about the cooking show. I guess I am a sucker for almost any good deed or words of encouragement. I have never really given much thought about it until recently, and I realised I am truly one who gets excited and happy quite easily! Not trying to over analyse, I am reckoning it might just be something I acquired from my mom. It is still vivid how she was so grateful for anything or indeed almost everything........My mom was truly an epitome of Gratitude.
I reflect about one of the books I read "The 5 languages of love" and I think in a way, my love bank is acts of service and words of encouragement. In fact, a month or so ago, a fellow colleague offered and actually drove me to search for vinyl flooring as I needed them for my home improvement. I never expected it, and I was indeed on cloud 9 thinking someone made the effort to help me. In simple english, I was so happy and grateful. Similarly, I felt so special and loved when Laura, my childhood friend got worried and anxious when I took a while to reply to her. Laura lives in Washington and I was her classmate when we were 9 or 10 years old. Her stay in our school was only a short spell, but I do remember her, and I recall sitting next to her in class. The smart girl who had polio but a quiet spirit. Laura depicts hers as too routine as she and her husband spend time together. Laura does not have any children but she loves to hear about my stories with my girls.
It was such a good feel to know my friendship mattered to her. It was truly heartwarming also to open an email a few days ago with the title "I'm back.....please continue to send me those long emails, I love them ". Laura had just returned from a trip to Switzerland, Paris and Germany where she was part of her American team. They were organising some talks in some organized conferences. How, I smiled when I read about how her american friends resolved Laura was quitenessentially a tea connoisseur as she would steadfastly insist on her brew of english tea whilst they merrily asked for beer or wine. Now I await Laura to write me as I simply requested she shares and allow me to escape to imagine country by country of the rolling hills and beautiful buildings and landscapes in beautiful Europe. Sigh...... thoughts fast forward to my plan of watching the PASSION PLAY which is staged every 10 years in Obermagau, Germany (or whatever spelling of this lovely place). How I could just imagine seeing the bright lights in Austria during Christmas......how I could just imagine on and on.......
I do time and again wonder why i get so excited and how silly or pretencious I may appear as I do get literally excited over even some small things. Truly a dreamer I am, and I have been told by one whom I hold a high esteem,I was one who does not want to face reality. Last night, I accompanied a friend for dinner as she needed a pair of listening ears. Many things were happening in her life and she needed a friend..., so I just gave of her my time. I took her for "therapy". We went window shopping after dinner at the mall close to where I live. A place I could easily reach with a hop, step and jump. After numerous attempts,she was a little de stressed. As we plodded floors upon floors on the escalator, we found ourselves in an A Signature Art Shop. I must confess whilst I am not exactly an art enthusiast, my attention was captured and I was mesmerised by the limited editions of the works of Thomas kinkaid. Truly it was so uplifting to be in the shop, and quite frankly I could have easily just sat there queitly soaking my thoughts to the wilderness and beauty of the world the artist had the eye for. If I was not keeping company with my friend, I could easily stay in the shop and allowed myself to drift to another level. Metaphorically speaking, I floated in mid air and was "transported somewhere else" in my thoughts.
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