2013. Back in business. First things first, a very heartfelt thanks to all the Dubu fans who (ever so gently) checked in, inquiring as to when they would get more Dubu. Two things: (a) You really know how to make a grown woman cry, and (b) You had me at hello. Point is, eight months is far too long to keep you hanging and I do apologize. Never again, people.
Ojai Valley Inn
So for my first post-hiatus post, I’ll recount a recent weekend in Ojai, as it was healing, joyful and beautiful — a pretty accurate snapshot of the emotional space I am trying to occupy in my path of grieving, coping and…well…living.
For MLK weekend this past month, the Husband and I decided to whisk ourselves away for an overnighter and see what Ojai had to offer. Or more precisely, what this place had to offer. Okay, hi. Got it. It’s pretty amazing. What made the weekend especially memorable was not the Mira Sorvino sightings (not once, but twice), but instead, the fantastic Farmers’ Market the town of Ojai had to offer. (Sundays, 9am-1pm, 300 E. Matilija Street).
After about an hour drive north on the 101, we arrived hungry and ready to eat. We hunted and gathered as only urban dwellers can do, and came up with a pretty nice spread. We decided to eat in the herb garden (yes, the herb garden) at our Southern California Luxurious Resort.
The rest of the weekend was filled with the usual Ojai-ian things we were sent by a divine power to do – lounge by the pool, lounge while getting a massage, lounge while lazily riding bikes, lounge while playing cards by the fire, lounge while watching the sunset, lounge while pretending to participate in an evening stretch and yoga class…you get the point. 34 hours later (2 hours at the Camarillo Premium Outlets, who can resist?), our minds both contemplative and serene, we arrived home, ready to take on what the year will bring.
In the words of the great Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., “We shall overcome.”
*This (and all future posts) is dedicated to my loving sister Bona Lisa Kim (August 6, 1984 – July 19, 2012). You were always my biggest fan. Happy Valentine’s Day, Bobo.*
