Sunday’s gratitude moment was all about honoring my pops, who recently transplanted himself to the South of France. Sunflowers, vineyards and socialized health care? Yeah, it sounds alright. 😉
Though my father loves the stage, and rocks out at venues around Europe, he spent the majority of his life helping others. I couldn’t be prouder of the work he’s done with runaways, incarcerated men, families in need of assistance and hundreds of private patients looking for ways to evolve through their unique challenges. His seva to the world has sent tsunami-sized ripples of goodness throughout this existence … and surely into the beyond. I look forward to writing his biography one day!
Thank you, Daddio, for introducing me to dinuguan (gross!), for giving in when I wanted a puppy, and for debating the finer points of nature/nurture with me before I really knew how to spell those words.
Shave and a haircut …
. . . I’m so grateful for my family today. With a few moments to myself for contemplation, I realized family had to be the subject of tonight’s blog. And as I wait for my cousin to come pick me up for a slumber party, the clock is a tickin’ – there is no way to list all the reasons I’m grateful for my family! Wisdom, tasty recipes, big hugs, comfy chats, hilariousness, unique genes, a multitude of perspectives, so many favors on this trip, the list goes on and on. Spending time with your awesome family has got to be good for your health, mental, spiritual, even physical (well, when we’re not indulging too much together!).
And if you don’t believe me, check out this article from the Huff Post:
From decreasing loneliness to slashing stress levels, from helping with quitting smoking to making a difference in healthy eating habits, check out these eight reasons why it’s healthy to spend time with people you love.
My Grandmother in Ewa Beach, Hawaii was in a car accident last month and spent over a week in the hospital. It was nerve-wracking not only because this was her first major accident (and hopefully the last), or because I love and care for her deeply, but being so far away multiplies the anxiety ten-fold. She’s a tough cookie, my gramma, raised on a plantation on Maui in a tiny house with nine siblings and her Japan-born parents.
“Eh, Joey, I’m old school!” she says, explaining her bountiful green thumb, or her impatience for inexplicably modern behavior, like wasting food or an inability to commit.
Grams never hesitates to share her pearls of wisdom, big or small, rough or polished. I was given her middle name, Shigeko, meaning “abundant, luxuriant child” in Japanese … so as her namesake, I hope to carry on in her example of tending the soil, caring for community, and living with abundance.
Today I’m grateful for her abundant health!