Enya, Book Of Days
Life events. I understand why they're special. They will never, ever, come back.
Imagine making a party out of each one or each day. A "Going to work on Monday" morning coffee, a "Friday Traffic Bash", a "Niece sitting Event". Even an "I'm Fired (and free)" party could be worth a celebration if understood in an constructive way. But truth is, sitting at a specific hospital, taking chemotherapy is an event of our lives. Worth celebrating? Maybe not in those exact words, but definitely worth assuming as such.
Making a feast is not easy at all. You have to look for all the small details. Always imagining the person, the people you're entertaining, suddenly setbacks become an opportunity to improvise and things can come together.
This is my mother's side in action and mine too. The ability to provide sights and flavours to others. The pleasure, she has always said, comes in the doing, not on the reaction. Truth is, after taking some pictures of my nephew's baby shower, it all looked pretty and neat but soulless. When people came in, and made everything messy, loud and consumed, it's when it all became beautiful and totally worth it. An event has been marked as special with other loved ones, worth enhancing with life's florescent marker.
And yes, we listened to Enya.
Imagine making a party out of each one or each day. A "Going to work on Monday" morning coffee, a "Friday Traffic Bash", a "Niece sitting Event". Even an "I'm Fired (and free)" party could be worth a celebration if understood in an constructive way. But truth is, sitting at a specific hospital, taking chemotherapy is an event of our lives. Worth celebrating? Maybe not in those exact words, but definitely worth assuming as such.
Making a feast is not easy at all. You have to look for all the small details. Always imagining the person, the people you're entertaining, suddenly setbacks become an opportunity to improvise and things can come together.
This is my mother's side in action and mine too. The ability to provide sights and flavours to others. The pleasure, she has always said, comes in the doing, not on the reaction. Truth is, after taking some pictures of my nephew's baby shower, it all looked pretty and neat but soulless. When people came in, and made everything messy, loud and consumed, it's when it all became beautiful and totally worth it. An event has been marked as special with other loved ones, worth enhancing with life's florescent marker.
And yes, we listened to Enya.
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