Traveling Song, by Ryn Weaver

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Dear Ashna,

I found the perfect song to add to our list. I hope you like it as much as I do–but I guess it’s more for me than it is for you. It’s making me cry, and I know you’d hate that. I can actually hear you yelling at me not to, which, in turn, makes me laugh. And so it goes… Pray, give me another dozen listens, and the tears will stop.

I love you!

your baby sister

“Traveling Song”

Oh father time…
That meter maid who lends one lively winking eye
We dance a borrowed jig while hiding from the fine
Oh, what I wouldn’t spend to lend you mineNobody knows where they are going
Oh, how we try to wrap our minds
Over the edge of all our “knowings”,
Be it a bang of the divine
Tip of my iceberg blues are showing
I’ve never been on for goodbyes…
So, till I meet you there, I’m singing
A traveling song to ease the ride and so you know

Everywhere I roam
I’ll see you on the road

Oh, I take it in vain,
All the plans and moves that we made!
Half a heart is aching to grow.
Soulmates aren’t just lovers, you know.
I know.
I know your eyes are the rain.
Just a soul that’s changing it’s shape.
I’ll be laughing all of the way…
Thinking ’bout the days.

Nobody knows where they are going
Oh, how we try to wrap our minds
Over the edge of all our “knowings”,
Be it a bang of the divine
Tip of my iceberg blues are showing
I’ve never been on for goodbyes…
So, till I meet you there, I’m singing
A traveling song to ease the ride and so you know

Everywhere I roam
I’ll see you on the road

So, farewell to my friend.

He who taught me to love like a beast and to feast like the queen that he fed turtle soup! Little boy from Paris to the states, check the facts. That was Magical Max.

He was black sheep. and mischief. and love for his craft.

And he told me that I was Apollo 13 on that very last day. He said “shoot for your dreams, little girl. To the stars!” Well, I’m taking you with me now, this one is ours. And I know what you’d say, you’d say, “On with the show!”

So on we go…

Sail On.

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In the wise words of Elizabeth Gilbert : People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave. A soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life. And im learning on the other side of heartbreak is wisdom. I will always send light and love, and for that, we will sail on.

What is all this crazy? 

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In light of all the crazy happening in the world right now, as well as the stress of my own thesis and job search efforts, I am irrationally happy with a slice of cake for it is a simple reminder of togetherness. 

As the sugars roll over your tongue, let the memories of the first birthday you remember wash over you. The triumph of blowing out your candles, the beaming smiles of your parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, brothers, sisters, friends, an neighbors that had come over to celebrate your existence in this world. 

As you lick the icing off your fingers, think about the graduation party full of cards and pats on the back wishing you well on your bright future. Hear the words “you did it!” shouted over and over, a mantra to your achievements, your hard work. See the beaming faces of the people gathered to revel in your happy moment, your success. 
Let the fluffy nothingness or dense flavors pull memories of cakes made with friends to cheer someone up, cakes made to welcome you to a new neighboorhood, cakes made to celebrate love. 

In the aftermath of horror, all we can do is take solace in the little things, like a slice of sugary delight, that bring forth memories of good that encourage us to stand up and demand more humanity. 
#prayforparis #concernedstudent1950 

   

a butter yellow cake with strawberry jam, chocolate frosting, and coconut garnish

 

I thought that we were the “melting pot.”

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So Starbucks takes the X-Mas decorations off their traditional holiday cup this year, sporting a simple red cup–still festive in color, might I add, and everyone loses their shit. In a country nicknamed the “melting pot,” how do still we take offense to this? Why do we have such trouble including non-Christian symbols?

Some of the cups from years past sported Christmas Tree Ornaments…

Starbucks Holiday Cup, 2013

…and others, “lawn buddies.”

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These wintery images reflect the “X-Mas” of the Christian holiday that garners so much commercial attention. As Jaclyn Reiss of the Boston Globe pointed out, “the Starbucks cup design isn’t radically different from previous years: a look back at several years’ worth of red cups found no mention of “Merry Christmas.” In previous years, the closest graphic Starbucks had to celebrating Jesus’ birthday were cartoon figures and snowmen caroling, and drawings of ornaments (alongside other, more general designs). The cups have also featured scenes in which pine trees and reindeer-esque animals appear.” By leaving out biblical imagery of Christmas, Starbucks has always maintained the sanctitude of “Christ-mas,” respectful of those who and do not celebrate the religious aspects of the holiday.

While they promoted the holiday feel-goods with their cutesy cup designs, Starbucks never promoted Christian faith with their holiday cheer, so it’s silly that we accuse the brand for “stealing Christmas” with this blank cup.

Instead, it seems as though Starbucks decided to broaden its holiday shoutout to include other religions in addition to Christmas. Jeffrey Fields, Starbucks vice president of Design & Content, explained the use of red for its “brightness” and “excitement” as a color. And I’m sure there was all kinds of secret marketing and PR scheming involved in this year’s cup release. But it’s no coincidence that red, green, and white, the traditional colors of X-Mas, are also the only three colors on the 2015 Holiday Cup. I think a real Grinch would have made them black.

As a friendly reminder of all the other holidays celebrated during the wintery months spanning from October to December, check out this post. Religions and cultures originating from Africa, Asia, Europe, and the Americas all celebrate something big during the Christmas-branded holiday season. Might I point out that in America, where huge chunks of the population immigrated from India, Africa, Isreal, and the Middle East, we don’t get vacation days for Diwali, Kwaanza, Hanukkah, or Eid-al-Adha? Instead of Grinching out such a major Christian holiday, we’ve adapted to the national holiday schedule and celebrate with family time on December 25.

diyas for Diwali

My family has celebrated Diwali and New Years for 22 years by going to work and school for eight hours of the day, leaving us only a few hours to spend celebrating our version of Christmas. We don’t complain about the recognition that Christmas gets, respectful of the large Christian population in America. But we do appreciate the simple effort Starbucks made with its cup.
In case you haven’t heard enough about the Starbucks cup controversy this holiday season, check out Ellen’s hilarious two-cents. Kinda tactless Jesus-joke aside (love you, Ellen, but really?), the video makes a great point.

#ThrowbackFriday

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The date was a subtle reminder. September 11. 9/11. That day, my classmates went home, in alphabetical order, until there were only six or seven third-graders left when my name was called. I put my things in my backpack with a thrill, thinking, as an 8-year-old would think, that a half-day at school with no homework was a good thing. Mom picked me up, and I walked into the apartment with the TV already on–an odd sight in the house of my Mother, the Queen of saving electricity. I remember going to a half-empty school the next day, because so many families kept their children close to home. We drove to Liberty Park that Sunday, a few days later, and saw columns of smoke rise over a city that so fascinated me. And I remember thinking about how beautiful the city had looked at night from the top of those towers in the cold, clear air. I vaguely recall avoiding the park and the library and other public places in the months that followed, and my mom fills in the details with the explanation that we were brown.

But today, I wore my stars and stripes. Because on a daily basis, I’m happy for the education opportunities I’m given in this country, relieved to not have to fear someone breaking into my house when I’m in it, and thankful for the thousands of soldiers who sacrificed for me to have such freedoms today. Coming from a land that bears the aftermath of apartheid stronger than we do here, I recognize that I have a lot to be grateful for. I wouldn’t have had half of what I have here if I had grown up in the 90s in South Africa. I realize that America is not perfect, that we have a long way to go with our government, economy, and atmosphere of social injustice. And I want to fight the injustices so that my nieces and nephews and children have a better place to grown up in than even I did. But in the meantime, I’m damn proud, too, of the positive things we have here. And I think it is important that, while we fight to better this and improve that, to recognize the small victories we have won along the way.