According to a book I read, reflecting, reflection, deepens your soul. Perhaps. It's something I find calming & enjoyable, anyway.
A couple of weekends ago I was having a difficult time & so I got lost in the pages of books & the pieces of puzzles. Johnathan had wanted to do this thousand piece puzzle, and well, once I start, I can't stop. I'm the same with reading a book.
One of the books I read was based on events during the Trujillo Era in the Dominican Republic. These events were horrific and made me feel very appreciative of our freedom. But in the adjoining timeframe, I saw a documentary piece a friend shared online, on the media & what most humans are subjected to & having burned into their brains. I thought this was horrific, too. It made me wish our country had some censorship.
I wish there were a happy medium.
Random - but speaking of media, I was painting Lilly's room a couple of days ago (Watermelon Pink. Holy buckets.) when Beau, my chatterbox conversationalist side-kick, said "Mom. Do you know that Lady Goggles is VERY wee-uhd."
I asked him where in the world did he hear about 'Lady Goggles?'
"On the neews. And Lady Goggles is VERY wee-uhd."
I asked him where in the world did he see the news? (We don't have television.)
He said, "I heard on the news on the raaadio, that Lady Goggles is very, very wee-uhd."
Yes, Beau. I only know about as much about her as you do, but I agree- Lady Goggles is weird.
And young ears sure do pick things up.
I believe it was the weekend after my book & puzzle marathon.. I set out to do some exploring to some places that I've been longing to see for ages. I didn't make it far though. Home is where my heart is, particularly when my family is there. So I ran some errands, and then did some exploring a little closer to home..
I visited a lake where we used to camp with aunts & cousins as kids. My great uncle built a log home on that lake. His wife, Wanda, still lives there. The lake is still stunning. The whole area is. I poked around the Suomi Hills, a chilly, quiet evening. The young bucks were really out. I was pretty close to one & we stood there, staring at each other for quite a while.
On the way home, I requested we stop & appreciate the great Mill Lacs Lake for a moment, rather than just drive by it as usual.
An afternoon with a big brother home to hang out on the couch.
Reading Thidwick the Big Hearted Moose (a personal favorite) to Beau.