Day 5: I am not feeling well, plus today is mom's birthday party, so not much chance to interact with other people beyond the family. After family lunch, I slept through the evening, so I decided to use the online present giving to my friend in NYC. He would not get it till a few days later, but I know he would be happy. JO had cancer for years and housebound. I send him pictures and post cards from around the world of my journey to cheer him up, but I never send him a real gift - I am sending him a pot of orchid today - I hope he will smile when he gets it.
I'd like to share my style. It must be easy to start. I do "29 gifts" but I don't do everyday. Once a week and ｍainly I do for my family also nephew and niece . Sometimes I send sweets to my co-workers at office.
Today's story. I bought a beautiful soft yellow sweater to my mother. She hesitated that I bought a dift at first, but I know she loves it. So I bought it to her.
Day 4 : Today's gift is a hello - welcome - nice to know you gift to an online friend that I met for the first time. A few local cakes to try. He was happy with the gesture. I told him what I do (the 29 gifts) and he is happy that I am doing this during my dark days.
Day 3: The day start with a call with a friend of mine who is a personal coach - a call that I had been trying to arrange for months - a call that I need as she is a kind of the last in the list of all efforts that I have tried in the last two years dealing with my depression. The story that she shared - she had been there - made me able to see a bit of light - because she understand what I need.
I had been thinking about today's gift since yesterday - it is for my best friend that currently housebound because her feet got injured. I want to send her something to cheer her up. So I send her a message asking for her address - but instead of her address I got a strong NO please leave me alone from her. so I back up. That made me remember another housebound friend - I will send him something one day.
I don't have any idea the whole day - so I said I'll give some money to someone in the market as I have to get some flowers for mom and the glasses for the caregiver that I promised yesterday - when I was waiting for her shopping I saw a garbage man pulling his cart - I know that my guy, so I approached him and slip the money that I intended to buy small gift for my friend, I'm sure he can get a good use for it.
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People often ask me how Mark and I broke up. This answers that question. This is an older story of mine--one that might make it into my second book.
In 2009, after six months of cloistering myself to get the 29 Gifts manuscript done, I was spent on every level, physical, emotional and spiritual. I called one of my best friends, Lisa, and begged her to come visit me in L.A. for two weeks. I missed her long dreads and smiling face. Lisa also h
In chapter 12 of #29Gifts I read a piece of prose at a friend's birthday party. My editor chose to only include part of the piece. Here is the full story.
River Rhythm by Cami Walker
The green river before me makes me forget for a moment all we've done to it. When you see it from a distance, out of its current context, you miss out on its shame. The reddish-orange rusty hubcaps and sunken beer cans. It's sad, sad molecules now something closer to H2WhoKnowsWhat. The swooshing sound of flowing wind on water that helps to drown the sorrow it surely must feel when it remembers what it used to be. Underneath the surface, squishy bright green algae tries to cover the scars left by endless feet wading at its shore.
The yellow leaf that drifts by on top is a symbol of the river's hope that someday soon we'll all wake up and stop filling it full of muck. Even though I didn't know this river at its birth, I have a sense of its former self. Awash with happy flow. Crystal clear with life. Its memory held inside the rocks rubbed smooth with time and the tallest trees that have stood witness to its toils.
I sit here wondering what this river thinks about those who play at its side. Does it look up and see the little blonde boy with the red shorts and sunburned nose and feel proud of the joy it's giving him? Does it giggle when it tickles my feet? Does it wonder at the crazy family with its baloney sandwiches and fritos? Does it marvel at the lovers who've come to make out at its banks? Does it see all this happy activity and think the sacrifices it has been forced to make are maybe all worth it? Its pained state somehow ok?
I lean back on my elbows and close my eyes to ponder what this river knows about each of us. I bet it can testify to more of our lives than we'd believe possible. I bet it remembers the aqua blue headband you wore the day you met your husband on the bridge upstream. It could probably tell you the secret ingredients in your grandma's tart apple pie that she used to bring to the family picnics by the big oak tree on the north shore. I bet the river even knows that you used to steal packs of bazooka bubble gum from the corner store if the cashier wasn't looking when you went with your dad on a quick beer or cigarette run -- you in your yellow and black polka-dot swimsuit with the ruffle across the butt and river sand between your bare toes.
As I dose on the riverbank and let the flowing water ease my sadness, I think to myself what a perfect companion it really is to us all. It listens but doesn't judge. It understands but doesn't preach. It embraces us in familiar acceptance and reminds us that when we're all gone back to the earth and the light that made everything out of nothing, it will still be here. Flowing. Singing our song.
Day 2: Today gift is for the caretaker of the house that I am staying. I had notice for a few days that her glasses is broken, and meant to buy it for her - yet it is very difficult to find the right moment to say it to her - and I didn't do it until after I woke up from nap at 5 pm. She was so happy when I told her that - and that makes me happy too - Since today rains heavily I have still to do the deed tomorrow.
Cami she is a very nice lady - we grew up together - and she is the one who actually takes care of me when I am here. I ended up getting her two pairs - she bargain for me to the shop owners even if I am willing to pay whatever (I don't even look at the price - something that I never do for myself)
Day 1: It was a gift that I bought for a friend long time ago but was about not to be given, because he relationship deteriorated since when I got it. I was particularly upset because he lied to me (and I accidentally caught it) - it was not the small lie, that upset me, but because from now on I can believe what he said. When I took the challenge, I know that the first day has to be a gift for someone that I have challenge giving, so I know that the book (about trust) has to to him.
I don't have a printer at home, yet I want him to know that I do this as part of this challenge. So I asked the help of a new friend of mine to print it. He gave me those when we met for dinner and coffee (a treat from him as the culture here, but still a gift that I appreciate)
Interestingly as I prepare to send the gift - I got a txt from this friend, we chatted and he invited me for a drink - I decided go and to just give the gift in person - we actually had fun talking all the night and I am much less angry at him - although I still don't trust him much.
I sat down exhausted this evening. My husband asked what was wrong. "Nothing," I said, "I just don't feel like I got enough accomplished today." He hugged me and told me he knew I did more than I realized. It was so encouraging to know that someone recognized my efforts.
My goal for tomorrow is to show as many people as I can that I recognize their efforts in some way.