Showing posts with label live your best life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label live your best life. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Joy





If the only prayer you ever say in your entire life is thank you, it will be enough.

Meister Eckhart

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Thursday, March 21, 2013

Above All, Have Fun





“This is my invariable advice to people: Learn how to cook- try new recipes, learn from your mistakes, be fearless, and above all have fun!”

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Friday, February 22, 2013

Trying to enjoy winter...


... but one thought remains in my mind: IS IT FERRAGOSTO YET?
"I have always intended to live forever; but not until now, to live now."--Galway Kennell
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Wednesday, December 26, 2012

A Very Kefi Christmas






"It is a miracle if you can find true friends, and it is a miracle if you have enough food to eat, and it is a miracle if you get to spend your days and evenings doing whatever it is you like to do, and the holiday season—like all the other seasons—is a good time not only to tell stories of miracles, but to think about the miracles in your own life, and to be grateful for them." —Lemony Snicket








There are many things that have afforded me great success in this world-- I'm a white person from the US who went to college and is employed.  To 99.99% of the rest of the world, I wasn't just born on third--I came onto Earth an inch from home plate.

Few things have made me feel as privileged as this past weekend, when my family got together to celebrate a pre-Christmas Extravaganza with me before I headed back to DC to work both Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.  It was an amazing 36-hour love fest that featured all of the people I hold dearest, from the family with which I was born to the mish-mash of folks I have chosen over the years to count among my people.  

The Kefis have always believed in a big, fat, decorative Christmas, but our winter holidays have not always been as movie-esque as this one was-- those years that began when the oldest of my siblings became a teenager and ended when the youngest of us left adolescence behind brought as much angst and posturing around the holidays for us as they did any other family.  We worked hard for our practically-perfect pre-Christmas, and it made me think about how wonderfully lucky we are if, as adults, we can move past the family squabbles about presents and table turf that our complicated world increasingly encourages, and remember how truly magic Christmas can be, if only we bring to the table with us best wishes for each other and a healthy sense of humor about ourselves (making Christmas a champagne-only event doesn't hurt, either).

It is, of course, more than happy circumstance that my family gets to enjoy holidays like these at a time when so many families are splintered by the demands of our world.  In some other post at some other time, I will wax and wane on how closely linked happiness is to privilege.  But, for now, let me say without hope or agenda--just because it's Christmas, and at Christmas you tell the truth--to me, we are perfect.  

 

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Monday, December 3, 2012

What treats do you look forward to this month?

"One of the secrets of a happy life is continuous small treats." -- Irish Murdoch
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Tuesday, November 27, 2012

I LIVE For This


Jada Pinkett-Smith, when asked why she let her daughter, Willow, shave her head:

“This subject is old but I have never answered it in its entirety. And even with this post it will remain incomplete. The question why I would LET Willow cut her hair. First the LET must be challenged. This is a world where women, girls are constantly reminded that they don’t belong to them
selves; that their bodies are not their own, nor their power, or self determination. I made a promise to endow my little girl with the power to always know that her body, spirit, and her mind are HER domain. Willow cut her hair because her beauty, her value, her worth is not measured by the length of her hair. It’s also a statement that claims that even little girls have the RIGHT to own themselves and should not be a slave to even their mother’s deepest insecurities, hopes, and desires. Even little girls should not be a slave to the preconceived ideas of what a culture believes a little girl should be. More to come. Another day.” 
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Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Words to Live By

"I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house."
-Nathaniel Hawthorne
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Monday, October 15, 2012

Same Love

I just love this sweet little video sent around by the good people at Upworthiest (actually--I don't know if they're good people, I just know that they put together one helluva great library of progressive videos with which I fill my rainy days off!)-- it speaks for itself, so I won't bother trying to add. Get out the tissues and remember that today is the LAST DAY to register to vote in many states!

 
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Sunday, September 16, 2012

Live Your Best Life


I babysit for two of the sweetest children alive, E & W. After looking forward to his 4th birthday for about 9 months, W had an existential crisis the night before the Big Day.

Mom, to W: Aren't you so excited? Today is the last day you'll be three--tomorrow you'll be four!
W: But, Mom-- I loved three! I'm going to miss three!
Mom: Four is going to be so great! And when you're five you'll go to kindergarten, and when you're six you'll learn to read, and by the time you're seven you'll be able to ride a two-wheeler all by yourself ... which birthday do you think will be your favorite?
W: (crying) I think three was my favorite! And now it's gone. I'm going to miss three!
... thinks for a few seconds ... Mom, you're going to be 39 soon. Aren't you going to miss 38?


Around birthday time, I think we all get a little nostalgic--I take solace in the fact that I haven't had one year that wasn't better than the last, at least not yet. Thanks to everyone who made 26 so fun- on to 27!
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Sunday, July 29, 2012

...And They're Off!

It is truly the most wonderful time of the year!

Every year my brother JetSet Kef and I take off on vacation together, usually in the Augustish part of the summer. Inspired by our Mediterranean brethren, the Italians, we have come to refer to this tradition as Ferragosto.

Below, please find some highlights of Ferragosto through the years:

 2009 was Kanafe and Catastrophe. JSK was living in Ramallah, so I scidaddled over there for some fun in the sun.
We also bid a fond farewell to a dear friend, the Burka of the Beach. May her memory be eternal.
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2010 was the year of the Berry Loop. We met in the Pacific Northwest to explore the finer points of slower, organic American living. Although the food was enough to keep us in that part of the country forever, we grew tired of people asking us to slow down our talking and driving. East Cost for life!
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In 2011 we actually had TWO vacations. First, a trip to the motherland, Greece!
At dinner in this restaurant, Cooking up Kefi was born. Thank you, Lindos!

Later that week, JSK and I got up to our usual shenanigans + wine and traditional Greek dancing. The next morning was less awesome.

After Greece, we jetted off to Mozambique (where else?) for some scuba diving and life-changing scenery.

Just rotate your laptop. It's really a cute pic.
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This year, it's a return to Greece. See you in two weeks, folks!
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Thursday, March 15, 2012

Well If That Ain't the Truth...


There is no love sincerer than the love of food -- George Bernard Shaw
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Monday, March 5, 2012

Live Your Best Life

  

It isn't exactly a green day here in DC, but spring is right around the corner and I can breathe without infecting others for the first time in about two weeks-- so I'll co sign ee cummings' sentiments.

Tomorrow-- Chicken Tikka Masala and homemade gluten-free naan. Hide your kids, hide your wives!

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Monday, February 27, 2012

Monday, February 20, 2012

Live Your Best Life

If you stare at it long enough/ the mountain becomes unclimbable./ Tally it up. How much time have you spent/ waiting for the soup to cool?/ Icicles hang from January gutters/ only as long as they can. Fingers pause above piano keys for the chord/ that will not form.  Slam them down./ I say: Make music of what you can.
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