I wonder how Woody Allen’s films fell into the same plots every time. Why did he feel so left out and unfulfilled? Did she look for something more than just ‘good’? Why couldn’t they just be honest with their feelings? Perhaps certain matters were fated to go through a few complications and self-actualizations for us to awaken with full recall.
This old Swedish pop piece awoke the unfaded memories from the back of my thoughts. His deep voice that mellowed with the interlacing notes of simple instruments pulled me back and forth between my realistic state and a series of fuzzy dreams about one peculiar folk with a downright attitude.
In my hazy and dispersed memories, the smell of bread occupied our home in the morning before I went to school. My childhood memories about breakfast have been associated with pastries. Never in my life have I known that the process of making croissant required such laborious skills and techniques (in the similar manner as my mother’s character).
Most of my coworkers in the kitchen have atypical tastes when it comes to food. It challenged me to create uncommon birthday cake with a combination of wholesome ingredients which actually yielded delicious result. A marriage among my a la mode almond-cashew frangipane, light mixture, and crunchy texture didn’t leave my crew feeling heavy, instead satisfied with the right amount of sweetness and sourness.
Having come across with a lighthearted young lady last year, who forever changed my view of the world, I learned that energy built from good relationships is infectious. When kindness, love, and respect come into play and multiply, the space that holds us together becomes joyful environment where we live in.
This morning I felt like having a simple breakfast made with blueberries and whatever I had in the fridge. No salt and sugar were added in this jam recipe, simply because a plain and healthy meal was my intention. Something clean and pleasant happened when herbs are mixed with fruits.
As if the process of baking evoked nostalgia for architecture school, it has inspired me once again to create works of art (though on a different medium). I’m nowhere close to the baker’s path, so I’m enthusiastic in searching for my kind of good desserts at every turn and continue to explore the three dimensions in the pastry world.
These decision-based actions I’m taking are full of joy and pave the way for expressions of great quality in the now of the future. To truly live, the process should be as pleasurable as the destination.. seeing that we keep our inner space clear of the analytical mind that doesn’t belong to the presence.. The now is the only place where I want to be.
Good and bad days are sporadically recurring as we go through our lives. Off and on, your dark energy manifests itself. Observe your thoughts and see how they come and go. You and your conceptual schemes design how you want to feel and live your life.