I’m currently reading/listening to “The Secret Life of Bees” by Sue Monk Kidd. I plan to review it when I’m all done even though probably most people that want to read it will have already read it by the time I finish. It’s quite a story so far. I’m about halfway through and excited every time the book takes a turn that I didn’t see coming.
As I’m listening to the book, I find that certain quotes stick with me. The downside of audiobooks, though, is that you can’t earmark the page. I recently learned that i can bookmark a spot in the book but it’s not as easy as going back and seeing the words in print.
Anyway, there was one particular point in the book where Lily, a 14 year old girl from South Carolina is talking to August, a middle-aged black woman keeping bees. August talks about how there are 32 different words to express love in the Eskimo language but in the English language, we only have one. We use the same word to describe our deep down feelings for someone as we do when we’re talking about our favorite chips.
Love is broad and love is meaningful and it’s an important part of our lives no matter how you look at it. I decided to take a look at a writing prompt today at Kick in the Blog, the brainchild of @kikarose.
“What Do You Love To Do?”
What brings you pleasure? What is it that you like to do? As we get older, we often get caught up in all the things we HAVE to do. We don’t stop to think about what we love to do. And until we have 32 words to describe all the things we love and all the ways in which we love them, I’m inclined to throw it all into one bucket. The deep, the shallow, the simple, the complex, the cheesy, the funny, the silly, the romantic. All the things I love to do.
- Ride a bicycle. Why don’t I do this more?
- Eat triple creme Brie and drink Champagne. At the same time. Not at the exact same time. I mean, together.
- Kiss my son’s chubby cheeks.
- Swim in a swimming pool (preferably with no one else in it).
- Sit on the beach late in the day in a comfortable chair low to the ground, dig my feet into the sand, listen to the waves, and quietly read a book.
- Take a long, hot, uninterrupted bath.
- Play Angry Birds. Really. I love to do this.
- Ride roller coasters (unless they go upside down).
- Drink wine. I really enjoy the taste of a nice oaky Chardonnay and really enjoy doing so.
- Travel to new places, be it new countries, new states, new cities, or the new grocery store that just opened up.
- Look at the stars on a clear winter night.
- Bake desserts. Thank God I don’t do this more but I really love baking the sweet stuff. Doesn’t mean I’m good at it but I love to do it.
- Write. I’m never quite sure if I love writing or love the act of having writing. I guess no matter how you look at it, it’s a means to an end.
- Decorate my house. I never really knew that I had a “talent” for it but if they ever recast the TV show “Design on a Dime,” I’d be perfect for it.
- Take photographs. I don’t mean taking family pictures. I love taking my camera outside and capturing the beauty in a way that most people wouldn’t anticipate.
- Have a good long conversation with my husband. It reminds me that he’s my best friend because we can talk about anything in the world and have a good laugh or cry over it.
- Go to the movies. I rarely ever go but when I do, I remember that it’s the whole experience I love, not necessarily the film I’m seeing.
- Meet blogger friends in real life. There as nothing so gratifying is finding people whose lives you share almost on a daily basis and meeting them in the flesh and realize how much you really like them.
- Spend Thanksgiving with my family. It’s my favorite holiday and the smells and comfort of the food of the day mixed with extended family and friends (the more the merrier, in my book) can’t be beat.
Not a bad start.
A couple of things I noticed when I started writing this list. First, I didn’t think it would be this long. I thought I might mention a few hobbies and be done. It actually took me in a few different directions. Not quite 32 different directions but close. Second, I listed something I loved and described how much I liked it. It’s easy to try to temper our passions but if they really are our passions, we shouldn’t have to temper them. And third, my list could have kept going. Apparently, there is a lot I love to do that I never even realized.