Chacha Jaramillo
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Journaling for expression. Writing as a Mindfulness Practice, reduces Stress & Anxiety
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Somewhere in the world, something was cooking…
When the Spaniards decided to go and explore other continents, never thought the implications this would bring. Other than overpowering and invading others, during this painful process didn’t realize that they were creating a new beast many let themselves to be consumed by. Fusion cuisine. The necessity of finding ingredients and new ways to incorporate this new cuisine to theirs, gave birth; without knowing, to a wonderful array of dishes. The abundance of local vegetables, spices, meat and fruits, open up the imagination of many cooks, that in time; although they were not aware of the mistakes they ‘accomplished’; created the signature staple dishes we know now and enjoy.
By Chacha Jaramillo5 years ago in Feast
First date? - Decided to go Dutch.
There’s no formal age for going back to school. Although nowadays age is irrelevant, the fact that you will draw all the looks from the younger generations, it will also be really interesting to show the younger that learning it only stops when you die. That’s my mojo. And I will continue saying that. The latest pandemic has brought online training more affordable, but the lack on human interaction, the eye contact and the hand shake or the quick stolen hug is far way far from happening. It was like when back in the day you kiss your favourite girl and you instantly flushed, either or at least one would think that that person was crazy or you were a clear candidate for the hardest flat slap on the face. If respond des right away with another one, good sign this relationship will continue. Yes- I got you! Then the start of the courtship as it is called, takes off. Yep.
By Chacha Jaramillo5 years ago in Humans
The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach
Christmas with no snow. Gotta blame it to Climate change, or maybe I got used to the cold winters here. The ‘white Christmas’ wasn’t white this time! A horror for many. For me it was perfect. Cold as usual. No snow. Minus the usual greenery, all looked grey. Pine trees were the only ones endured enough to accept the low temperatures, sleet and freezing rain.
By Chacha Jaramillo5 years ago in Feast
The grass was always greener on this side
The warm breeze brushes the tall California Grass and a flock of seagulls gracefully fly by, guided by the sudden change of weather. The last solar eclipse made the seagulls hesitate about starting their migration south at the beginning of fall. They pretty much predicted the absence of food by calling the others in their flock with their screeching chilling calling while challenging the others for territory. Their heads lowering crouched up and down, like yelling at someone-their ‘mewing’ was not as often as before. Maybe the neighbours cat is around, they’re telling the others a threat is around lurking in between the bushes. I noticed in the distance, some other flocks of what I thought were more seagulls, were not.
By Chacha Jaramillo5 years ago in Fiction
Only the Lonely
Being the youngest in the family has its ups and downs. Depending on the budget, sometimes there wasn’t enough money to purchase a book or a magazine. Newspapers had the harsh reality parents didn’t want to transfer to their kids. Nope. At an early age, it was unfair for them to face how life was. Really.
By Chacha Jaramillo5 years ago in Families
How to put together a challenging project
I’m here again, laying in bed, watching tv and looking at the ceiling. The fan is not on this time. Kinda cool for the staying of summer. My mind wonders about a project I wanted to do for my son. A legacy for him to keep and proudly show it to his family and why not- his wife’s family. I wanted to write a book where nice, attracting characteristics of an specific area where known, and why not the well known ones. It is going to be something different. A family tree inspired. It didn’t include the usual tree or those plain boring excel type graph format.
By Chacha Jaramillo5 years ago in Families
Against all odds
The last thing I remembered was complaining about a back pain. Already exhausted, stressed and self-neglected, my mind slowly and painfully dived into the darkness. No more sounds, no more feelings, no more needs. I felt happy. I felt light. No more worrying. Neat.
By Chacha Jaramillo5 years ago in Fiction
The grass was always greener on this side
The warm breeze brushes the tall California Grass and a flock of seagulls gracefully fly by, guided by the sudden change of weather. The last solar eclipse made the seagulls hesitate about starting their migration south at the beginning of fall. They pretty much predicted the absence of food by calling the others in their flock with their screeching chilling calling while challenging the others for territory. Their heads lowering crouched up and down, like yelling at someone-their ‘mewing’ was not as often as before. Maybe the neighbours cat is around, they’re telling the others a threat is around lurking in between the bushes. I noticed in the distance, some other flocks of what I thought were more seagulls, were not.
By Chacha Jaramillo5 years ago in Fiction
