Priceless for cheap.

A single stem of red petals. Or pink. Or yellow. And an unexpected gesture. Thoughtful, forthright, uninhibited. Very much like open-faced bloom itself.

It’s a near-wordless exchange. What is there to say that compares to this little wonder? Nothing. No need. Just hold it close and drink in its fleeting beauty – echoes of the moment that will soon fade away.

It’s about delighting in the now. It’s about a choice to find joy – through a small piece of a vast and unfathomable world that we have no control over.

And all for just 2 bucks a stalk.

2am roast pork.

The best answer for a starved soul and stomach – friendship and food.

Not just any friendship. It’s the kind that says it doesn’t matter what time you call. It’s the kind that helps you see the good in you when you don’t. The kind that makes you thank God.

And not just any food. But the kind that makes you reach for more because you can taste the magical ingredient of love.

Then, when your hands are smeared full of tears and grease, you can look forward to tomorrow because suddenly, the world seems a better place.

Dear Celeste,

Thank you for resignation note, dated today. While I found the concept interesting (and tempting to accept), I find the need to remind you that this is a joint venture. So while you may feel like resigning, your letter is null and void. You can ignore me. But I am bound to you by my eternal faithfulness.

Hence, I am returning your letter with an offer for more grace and mercy. And wish you the best of faith, hope and love. For the rest of your life.

Thank you again, for your kind (and entertaining) proposal.

Sincerely,
God

Dear God,

I hereby tender my resignation of belief, effective today.

I would like to express my gratitude for the things you have shown me, as well as the love and the grace I have received. However, while I know the experience I have gained is all good and true, it has become increasingly difficult to continue in this present position.

In lieu of my resignation, please do let me know if I can be of any assistance to my replacement or in any other way during this transition.

Thank you for allowing me to serve with you.


Sincerely,
Celeste

The fondest memories can be found in the strangest objects.

For me, it’s a pink stool from IKEA. It sits next to my work station and I never gave it much thought.

Looking at it now, it marks a soft spot in my heart – where different lives, different purposes and different paths met and shared. An argument over a brief. A frustration to let out. A joke to laugh at. A break from the computer screen. A bar of chocolate to indulge. Or just a little assurance that we’re not alone.

It makes me smile. It makes me miss people.

I feel like a big helium balloon.

Everything is just so up in the air. My life. My beliefs. My work. Heck, even my address. Should I do this or should I do that? Or should I just not do anything? Can’t decide. Can’t seem to see a direction. Just drifting wherever the wind blows, till the pressures of external circumstances pop me. Or till test of time completely deflates me to a lifeless, soulless piece of trash.

Where’s my string to tie me down? Who will hold the other end and see me as a source of joy instead?