I dont read many books. I am not big into non-fiction or anything that’s a long winding story. I gravitate more to the teaching books, or self help. I also love books on the paranormal/ mysticism.
I am currently reading Sylvia Browne’s “The Book of Dreams” and I am loving it. My mother purchased the book last week and read it in one night. Since my maternal grandmother passed away (almost 2 years ago), my mother hasn’t dreamt of her, and this has really affected her.
Me on the other hand, I dream of her on a somewhat weekly basis. She is always there, in the background. She never actually speaks to me, but she lets me know she is there, and I love her for that. She even brought my paternal grandmother with her on one of these “visits” and introduced me to her (since she passed a year before I was born and I never met her).
I am a big believer in the paranormal, and there being things in this world that science cannot prove.
I come from a LONG line of people with a strong sixth sense.
A few days after my mom read the book, she had a dream. She dreamt that she saw her maternal grandfather laying on a bed. He looked at her and asked her what she wanted. My mom answered that she wanted to see her mother, to which my great-grandfather replied that my grandmother was not ready. My mom woke up in a cold sweat, and dozed off a little while later. She then dreamt that she was in her parents house and there was a knock on the door. My mother opened the door only to see her neighbor. My mother asked her neighbor what she was doing there, and her neighbor moved aside, and a few feet behind her there stood my grandmother, smiling. My mom finally got to see her mother.
This sent chills up my spine when my mother told me this since I know just how much this meant to her. So of course, I had to go out and buy the book. It’s a good read if you are not a skeptic, let’s put it that way.
A friend of mine came over for lunch on Sunday afternoon. Originally, I was going to have her pick a menu and order anything she wants off of it- but decided instead to cook.
Usually, I love to cook- but not when it’s last minute and I’m under stress. It doesn’t help when you have one toddler who has now perfected her couch climbing skills, and her couch running skills. I am up in arms about that one by the way- what can I do about babies climbing couches? She’s already fallen off twice, but it does not deter her.
So it was nice to have lunch with this friend who I havent seen since the girls birthday party in November.
I made some egg and sauce tomato mixture (called shakshuka in Hebrew):
Baked some frozen puff pastry:
….and made a spinach and cheese quiche, which didn’t really solidify so it’s like a spinach and cheese mush- but a good one!