Here is mine taken from a beautiful day walking outside the museums.
Dream: I was travelling with a tour group in the daytime along a cobblestone street towards our hostel. I dropped off my luggage and decided to go walk down to the bakery which I couldn’t miss. It was located in a bright, yellow bricked building. I walked inside and saw a VERY long line.
I looked to the racks on the side of the bakery, and noticed some raisin buns: 38 cents for a package of 12. I hastily grabbed the bag knowing that it would be gone if I waited. “Where am I? There is no way I’m in the United States for raisin buns to be at that price?!!” As I was checking out, I took note of the surroundings. Everyone was dressed in heavy coats and seemed grateful for the warmth of the soft lighting in the bakery.
When I got back to the hostel, I had an itch on my head that I was dying to scratch. I dropped my package of buns realizing that I had lice in my hair! I rolled my eyes, “To the pharmacy, here I go.”
That’s it! I wake up feeling so motivated to bake. I’ve had enough of dreaming about delicious food that I have yet to taste. I’m going to find a recipe for the tacos from my Taco Run dream as well as another recipe for this one. I think I found a wonderful recipe of some cinnamon raisin buns on A Culinary Genealogy: The Woks of Life. The recipe calls for simple ingredients which looks promising.
For the bread dough:
“The true work of art is but a shadow of the divine perfection.” – Michelangelo
I wanted to share Utsav Raj’s beautiful post on the “Palettes of Life”
“So, what’s your favorite color?”
“You’ll find this weird, but my three favorite colors are sunsets, shells and rainbows.
Sunsets are a mix of hues of flaming oranges, liquid yellows and rusty reds. It’s a canvas painting where the ink hasn’t dried yet. It’s so alive, and real as one color flows deep into the rumbling depth of the others. The darkening clouds remind me of chariots of the moon, that dare to go close to the burning sun just to deliver a message. Sunsets remind me of people and promises for they are both beautiful and finite. Sunsets light up the whole world into shades of fire. The water starts burning, the sand becomes metallic, the buildings turn into dark ashes and people become silhouettes. It’s a wonderful color.
Shells are the treasures of this universe. Every shell is a different slice of the ocean, pulsating with the colors of the cloudy sky, dry skin and cookie browns. Every shell holds within them a message of the sea, a letter of love. Shells are like roadsides, and sand. The colors of the shell call out to me like a letter from home, asking me to return. The white reminds me of every empty notebook I wished I had used, the red reminds me of the blood pumping subtly through my veins, the brown reminds of the promise a friend gave me of baking cookies. The pink reminds me of the cherry blossoms, and the rare black reminds me of dark theaters.
Rainbows are the best. Everyone believes that rainbows only have seven colors, but I think of the rest of the sky as its eighth color. This last color reminds me of things that are everywhere but go unnoticed. Love, answers and a reason to live. The different colors remind of the shades of my own life. The red of her lips, the orange of autumn, the green of grass, the blue of crayons and the other fifty shades. But mostly, my favorite color is that of what you would find in the pot at the end of the rainbow. The gold reminds of hope and belief.”
Once a year in the summer time, my family and I like to go to the beach. I like to pick up seashells which some may say is the quintessence of seashore line. My dad used to make some peacock figurines with some of the seashells. Those entertained us quite a bit. We decorated the windows of our sand castles with some of the flat shells. Some of them have this iridescent color when its surface reflects against the sun.
When I was a kid, I used to think they were talismans to protect me from what lurks in the shadows of my bedroom. In my case, it was clowns, and specifically it was the Joker from Batman. (It just had to be clowns.) My dad bought a large conch shell for me so that I can listen to the ocean whenever I wanted. I bought a stunning seashell bracelet last time I visited the beach. In a way, I think they still are my lucky charms.
When I took that photo of the tree as the sun was setting, I realized some shadows are not to be feared. They can reveal another aspect to nature. What if some shadows can be a talisman in itself?
Got to enjoy Cee’s Peony a little early today! Oh! Before I forget, I want to share with you guys flowers from my garden. I can’t tell you how excited I was when I saw these flowers pop up from a VERY dead winter. I worked really hard on this garden. They just love to greet people especially in the morning! If flowers could talk, I think these girls would say, “It’s time to RISE and SHINE!”
Becky Winchester’s #InThePink Challenge
Hello, enjoyed participating in Jenna Gee’s Fun Friday Flashback today! I love music, and I guess there’s a lot more songs that could describe my life, but I chose a small selection here. The Sunshine Artist post her fun collection of songs here!
ABOUT THE TAG
Every Friday I will post a questionnaire, photos, quotes and/or a poem on a specific “topic” taking us back in time and nominate 3 bloggers, who in turn will post about that SAME topic (with their own unique spin) and nominate 3 bloggers of their own, spreading the“Fun Friday Flashback” and send them traveling through time and space.
It’s all about taking fun trips down memory lane and choosing the best way possible to travel back in time. Today’s travel through time is all about today’s playlist retro style, if your life were a mixed tape what songs would be on it?
1) Capital Cities – “Safe and Sound” (2013)
It’s my hope that I can help lift people up “even if the sky is falling down” and “even in a hurricane of frowns”.
2) Pharrell Williams – “Happy” (2013)
This song brings me to the present moment in life. How precious today is!
3) Owl City – “Fireflies” (2009)
I remembered when I saw my first fireflies as a young girl and the magical wonder it made me feel. I also remembered watching “Grave of the Fireflies” an incredibly beautiful and emotional Japanese film of a boy taking care of his sister during WWII. It always reminds me about the costs of war and to strive for peace.
4) Swedish House Mafia – “Don’t you Worry Child” (2012)
Everything that you experience, good and bad, serves a purpose and can be used to help others in life. It reminds me of a quote that one of my friend’s shared with me, “Life is like a roll of film: you can use the negatives to develop.”
5) The Fray – “How to Save a Life” (2009)
I listened to this quite a bit when I was thinking about medical schol. It reminds me to lend a listening ear to someone who needs it.
6) Kelly Clarkson – “Stronger” (2011)
“What doesn’t kill you make you stronger.” This is one of my go-to motivational songs that makes me feel more resilient. I just bounce back from adversity or challenges.
7) Des’ree – “You Gotta Be” (1994)
Their lithe figures lead to this graceful dance video. It reminded me to be receptive to the opportunities that each day brought me. A reminder to be tough, bold, calm, wise.
8) U2- “Beautiful Day” (2000)
A great reminder to enjoy the beautiful day and not let it get away from you. I try to celebrate little victories and achievements.
9)Eminem – “Not Afraid” (2010)
A reminder to not be afraid of taking a stand on important issues.
10) Train – “Drops of Jupiter” (2001)
This beautiful song is dedicated to some friends of mine who have passed away.
11) Bruno Mars – Uptown Funk (2014)
Okay, this is just fun for me to dance to.
Enjoyed another one of Cee’s black and white photo challenges!
Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Circles and Curves
There are some photos from my visit around town.
A sonorous gong echoes throughout the room calling attention to the students. The music instructor begins the lesson by showing us how to sing the song “Fifty Nifty United States” which will help us remember the names for our upcoming geography test. We laughed at this catchy tune and started talking among ourselves which prompted another mallet to the gong from the instructor. “Time to learn a few notes on the recorder!” the elderly man with ruddy cheeks enthusiastically yelled out.
It was fifth grade, and I was ten years old. One of the results of redistricting of the city was that my brother and I had to transfer to another school at the beginning of the year. We were both very sad. My brother had say good bye to one of his Korean friends which he attempted to keep up with as a pen pal. My class wrote me a series of creative letters on construction paper (which I still have till this day) wishing me good luck at my new school.
It’s not always easy being the “new kid” on the block, but I looked at my new surroundings impressed by the indoor fountain and a grassy field that was at least four times larger than the one at my old elementary school. I thought to myself, “Maybe this isn’t going to be so bad.”
The reading teacher, a prim, gentle woman with straight hair properly trimmed right past her shoulders, let us out for recess. While the other kids grabbed the balls to play four square and basketball, I decided to sit underneath a tree at the bottom of the hill. There was another girl a few yards away nearby staring off at the clouds in the sky.
Suddenly, a crew of four girls showed up and the ring leader called out, “Hey! Come here! I got a surprise for you!” I walked up to her, and she handed me a series of soft round brown balls. “It’s chocolate! I want you to eat it!”
I walked back to my seat as the girls ran off to play four square. I looked at the balls suspiciously, “What is it?” The girl who was once a few yards away staring at the clouds was now sitting next to me on the bench underneath the tree.
The girl quietly laughed, “It’s dirt molded by water or spit.” I dropped the balls as she introduced herself, “Hey, my name is Cassandra.” She had short black hair, and a look of pure determination. She told me she wanted to be a nun someday.
I stuck really close by her for the rest of the year figuring it was smart to create an alliance with someone who knew her way around the place. That made my transition a little bit easier, and we became good friends as we continued talking about how our days went in the shade underneath that glorious tree.