I don’t reblog often, but I had to share this story here because: I, too, love VW vans. My dream is to one day convert a VW Transporter.We share a love of books.I came close to moving back to Cincinnati where I planned to convert my B.F.A. in contemporary dance education so that I could… Continue reading Good news Fridays: Area woman drives awesome book bus for the love of it.
It has been just over a year since Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez became the youngest woman ever elected to Congress in the United States. She was sworn in on January 3rd 2019. Over the last year I have been continually inspired by her courage, compassion, and integrity. If she is already this formidable at age 29, I… Continue reading AOC: A Political Wonder Woman
I adored this illustrated essay for so many reasons. I felt like I went on a journey with Candace Rose Rardon and was rewarded with her marvelous insights. It was also visually pleasing; I enjoyed the combination of storytelling through prose and art. Candace’s words evoked memories of my own travels and experiences as a young person. She has inspired me to reflect on my love of tea & coffee, the associations and rituals I have developed with my family and friends, as well as my evolving sense of “home.” In a separate post I may continue exploring all of these themes inspired by Home Is a Mug of Coffee. If you haven’t already, put the kettle on, pour your favorite hot drink, and get comfortable while you read the original post. It’s exquisite!
India has long been on my list of travel destinations (I wanted to go last spring, but we went to Thailand instead). I’ve learned quite a bit about the culture there. However, I’d never heard of a dabhara or the South Indian way of preparing coffee. I found all of the details fascinating. I’ve added this simple act- to enjoy coffee decocted by this method- to my bucket list!
To conclude, here is my favorite quote from Candance’s essay:
All I know is that just as Akansha would only pour a little boiling water at a time into the filter, letting it gradually seep through the grounds, finding our essense takes time.
Isn’t that the truth? I’m still finding mine. Inspiring pieces like this one help me along my way…