the christmas adventures of treena yeo

Contrary to popular belief, treena yeo is quite the meditative introvert. As I repeatedly voice my need to break away from routine, I thought I'd spend a day to re-coop, and search drastically for christmas presents that I have not yet purchased for the beloved fam. So I went to downtown SLO and indulged myself in home-ly activities that preventative college have deprived me from - sitting on the beach, going to a couple botiques, coffee, being in the bookstore, etc. The more I am away from home, the more I notice how amazing it is. Can you believe I drive by the ocean everyday on the freeway?! I was flipping through old photo albums and my hair used to be bleach blonde from the sun, and my skin the same color it is now, because when I lived in Laguna Niguel, my mom used to pull me in a wagon in Dana Point everyday to the beach and back home when I was barely learning to walk! I'm in love with the ocean, because that's where I grew up! Today was a good day!



According to similarminds.com, 83% of me struggles with the peter pan complex, and this doesn't bother me in the least. Ha. Ha. My family went out for Chinese tonight, and this was my fortune in the cookie, and I thought back on the cheese humor that delights me so much, and noticed I'm stuck somewhere in the humor of grades 3-5, where pee and poop jokes never get old -- which as I was walking through bubble gum alley in SLO, this amused me so much. grades 3-5? what? even lower than that?

On a more serious note: I went to Esteem surfshop with my brother the other day, and purchased a one truth t-shirt for my cousin with a graphic of what looked like historic americans revolting while a huge fist grew out of the ground, with the caption reading: when love gives birth to resistance. One Truth Clothing company started in my hometown by a couple of kids who went to Mercy Church, a youth church I attended several years back, and I always really enjoy their mission statements. I'd like to share the text written on the tag:

Some days love takes the shape of forgiveness
some days love sounds like a dove
but some days love can no longer tolerate
the wickedness and gives birth to resistance

A resistance not just against men or organizations
but againt the darkness that surrounds us all
against the sin inside us and the evil we drink in
it begins in our hearts and isn't done till
light floods the streets

my hope is weak and this night has been so long
and the sounds of injustice are all around
i feel so powerless standing against it
who am i to try and resist this wicked machine?

but as i look around i see my family by my side
and with one voice we lift our hands to the sky
in defiance to this broken system
in hope for the New World
where injustice does not prevail and evil is not a career

and i know my hope is not in vain
no matter how small my strength or quiet my shout
every bit of hope, of faith, of love is not wasted
because even the smallest victory lights up the night

maybe not today or the day after tomorrow
but Redemption Himself will come
and on that day everything changes
and this broken world is made New

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