anticipation – hannah ananas

A good book

Have you ever avoided finishing a book, because you were enjoying the book so much, you weren’t ready to finish the story of the world within it? Even if you know the ending will be great, just as the book has been great so far, you resist finishing it, so as to live that much longer in the joy of reading the book, being in the middle of such a great story. Ever had that?

I have. I once had it for over a decade, actually, though that was, by far, the longest. It was the last book of a series I had been loving for years. It just wasn’t ready for it all to be over, you know? For there not to be anything else to look forward to reading… Though, by the time I went back to that book, I actually had no idea who several of the characters were and what was going on anywhere near where my bookmark had been. Even when I restarted the book itself, I was lost. It was too important a series to start off the final book confused. So, I then re-read the whole series up to that point, and finally finished the final book 11 years after I’d begun it. It was great, to be sure. But it was also worth waiting those 11 years of anticipation.

Today, I had a similar feeling for a book I had already read – I just wasn’t ready to finish it. However, the feeling wasn’t nearly as strong as that series’s one had been, as I picked ip the book and finished it later this afternoon. But that waiting period still felt great. 🙂

Anyway, happy reading!

Thank you, God, for wonderful books and for reading and knowledge! Amen!

Post-a-day 2023

Swirlytop

I don’t have much to say right now, tonight. Except that I feel a lot of that old hurricane season waiting for the next 24-48 hours. It could be disaster, and it could be simply some winds and rain and no biggie whatsoever. It could not even do that much – the storm could turn elsewhere entirely, or dissipate immediately upon landfall. They all have happened in my lifetime, and more than once. I guess that, in a way, growing up in such a place, I find myself calmly in the middle of the total and extreme fear and concern, and of, its polar opposite, utter chill and calm and unconcern – it shall pass. Because they always do pass. Like final exams, next week, they will be over and done with, but there is a huge hurdle to get through them to next week. And all we can do is just prepare and then wait.

As I was saying recently to someone, having grown up in southeast Texas, hurricane season, somehow, always gives me a sense of at-home-ness. I guess it is kind of how I felt so comfortable with all of the earthquakes in Japan, because they happened so often (weekly, was the average where I lived). In a way, they were representative of my home there. So, I have this odd sort of affinity for earthquakes now. (In fact, when still living in Japan, it am earthquake didn’t happen for a couple weeks, I would feel so out of sorts, it seemed nuts. When finally one happened again, I felt like I could breathe more easily, more freely again.) And I think the link between hurricanes and my childhood, being with my family through them (and through their aftermaths), has me feel this sense of homeyness and comfort around hurricane season now.

Also, I am rather fascinated with the powerful display of this planet’s abilities of power. Air and water, two things we need to be alive, are the exact things that can take away this life via a hurricane. Yet there is beauty in their power, both figuratively and literally.

Funny: I just realized that I even felt incredibly at-home when we had typhoons in Japan. Just like home, I suppose was the feeling. Haha. How odd this all is…, but that doesn’t make it so any less.

Over the next couple or few days, there is a potential of two hurricanes to pass this way. We shall see what happens, I pray.

P.S. While this has never happened in my lifetime, I think there has never in known history been two such storms developing in the Gulf of Mexico at the same time. She’s kind of a one-storm-at-a-time kind of Gulf. ;P

Post-a-day 2020

Life today

My life is going somewhere. I know it is. I can feel it… just waiting for some little piece to tip over an edge, and suddenly the flood will come, the overflowing wealth of the beauty that sits poised to the side right now, waiting… for me?

I don’t know what it is, but something is waiting to happen. And I don’t know if it is up to me or to time alone, awaiting someone else to come into the picture… but it is coming, and soon. I have six weeks. I am grateful for this upcoming beauty and joy. Let’s do this.

Yes, let’s. 🙂

Post-a-day 2017