I'm Fond Of Flowers

How can I describe my life to you? I think a lot, listen to music. I’m fond of flowers. — Susan Sontag

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Those who know me, know that I enjoy simple pleasures such as…

• Visiting a new grocery store and taking home a drink from a different country to try

• Putting some fresh flowers in the bottle when it’s empty and setting them in a place I can see even if they trigger my allergies

• Drinking a good coffee

• Having a sweet with that good coffee

• Sitting in the sun and cuddling with my dog

• Listening to a record and reading books with my husband while sitting in the sun and cuddling with my dog

• Having a small conversation with a neighbor

• Watching my dogs whole body wag with excitement to greet a neighbor

• Finding a book that looks good in a little free library

• Leaving a book or some other little treasure in a little free library

…to name a few. The past couple of years I’ve felt compelled to try and write more about these moments and draw them, both new ones and old. And that’s how the moments category on my work was born.

However, an illustration like the one above lives somewhere between what I’ve categorized as a “moment” and something else. Honestly, it doesn’t fit neatly into a category on my illustration page, at least not my current conception of those categories.

That illustration was inspired by a quiet moment from my life. But it didn’t really need a whole blog post to accompany it, Susan’s words were enough. However, I’m really proud of how this came out and I wanted to share it with you. Drawing it was a kind of meditation itself, I enjoyed getting lost in the colors, textures, and light.

Cold Weather, Warm Heart

Here in Portand, the winter weather consists mostly of dark gray skies and drizzling rain with moderate temps. But once a year, the rain turns into snow. Everyone is seized with a sense of wonder if the snow actually sticks. Sleds are tested on our hilly neighborhood roads - you won’t be driving if the snow sticks anyway, not in this city. Snow men are lovingly rolled - I saw a group of six sitting roundly on patio furniture, having a barbecue in someone’s yard (a dangerous pastime for snowmen).

On one such day this winter, while out on a walk in the cold, I encountered something I hadn’t seen before. I saw a neighborhood family (from child to gran), bundled up and sitting out on their driveway around a warm chiminea. They had a sign that read “Free Hot Chocolate!” and one of the children waved at me wildly. Did I want some? Of course I did. Their mom offered me various toppings while warmly pouring hot chocolate from a large thermos into my cup. I accepted two marshmallows, beaming with delight.

A little kindness goes a long way.

My Year In Books - 2021

I read (or more accurately, mostly listened) to 50 books in 2021.

This was almost 20 more than I set out to read for the year and I’m proud of myself for exceeding my goal. Of course, it was easier than I had thought it would be. You can find me listening to a book while doing just about anything - walking my dog, drawing, crafting, cooking, cleaning, or really anything that can accommodate a bit of multi-tasking.

“How we spend our days is of course how we spend our lives.” - Annie Dillard

That said, I’m really grateful for moments like these. Coffee + a good book + my pup + a patch of sunshine is a recipe for joy in my life.

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My Favorite Reads

During a time of heart-ache, I discovered (a new to me author), Rachel Joyce and found her work to be transportive and deeply comforting. The writing itself was delicious! And the whimsy woven into the fabric of these characters and their stories was delightful, so much so that I read four of her books in 2021. My favorite of which were…

The Music Shop | The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry | Miss Benson’s Beetle

I fell in love with her characters, with their quirky worn-in personalities, both lovable and maddening in turns. The journey that unfolds in each book has more to do with perspective than plot, I found them all quite moving. But don’t take my word for it, check them out yourself!

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Hot Tip

If you enjoy or want to get into audio or e-books in 2022, you’ll want to check out the Libby App. A great recommendation from my sister, using the Libby App enabled me to break free from my reading budget and check out audio books voraciously from our local library. Previously I’d been exclusively using Libro.fm - which is still a great way to get audio books on demand and support the local book store of your choice with each purchase.

Right now I’m going to save my purchases for paper books that I want to collect on my bookshelf.

Of which, I’m confident, there will be many. In fact, it would seem that we’re going to need more shelves very soon.

Alice Phoebe Lou

Alice Phoebe Lou’s Album Glow was the soundtrack for every sunny moment of my year.

In 2021 I listened to 1,808 different artists and 143 different genres. But I spent the most time (1,097 minutes) listening to Alice Phoebe Lou. Apparently this put me in the top 0.5% of their listeners!

Listen to the album Glow here.

“I’m one of those witches, babe
Just don’t try to save me, cause I don’t want to be saved”

I knew I wanted to create a drawing of Alice Phoebe Lou to commemorate how much the music has meant to me. While there are many gorgeous photos that could serve as muse, I was particularly inspired by a charming live performance of the song Witches and decided to create this five-frame illustrated animation.

Watch the live performance here.

Avoska

In general, I enjoy words and I take pleasure in adding new ones to my vocabulary. After all, words are just another medium for painting pictures and articulating thoughts.

There are certain words that don't just give you a name for something, they give you access to a concept that would otherwise be really hard to understand, or even talk about. I first spent time with this idea when I heard the Radiolab episode, New Words, New World.

Now consider how some words are unique to a specific language without a direct one-to-one translation. This takes the idea to another level. Is it possible to think differently in different languages? I think so.

Of course my insight as an English-only speaker is limited. However, I know that the ability to describe a complex idea simply with the confidence that you’ll be understood is powerful. Applying this idea to shared collective experiences and nuanced emotions is particularly compelling.

These are just a handful of examples that have captured the imaginations of English speakers:

• “Hygge” - The cozy, intimate feeling of gathering with friends around a fire in the winter. (Danish)

• “Schadenfreude” - The joy you feel at another person’s misfortune. (German)

• “Saudade” - a pleasure you suffer, an ailment you enjoy. (Portuguese)

• “Koi No Yokan” - A premonition of love (Japanese)

With these kinds of thoughts on my mind, I asked my bi-lingual co-worker to tell me a Russian word that could describe something in one word that would take several in English. She humored me and that is how I discovered that a netted string bag is called an Avoska in Russian.

It’s my understanding that the root of the word avos’ means “maybe” in Russian. And that in the historical context of the USSR, there was quite a lot of uncertainty about whether there’d even be anything available to take home in your bag.

Now I not only had a new word, but a better sense of context and history for an object that I had formerly only known as a cute, trendy, produce bag.

Do you have a favorite word that articulates a bigger concept?

Becoming A Bird Nerd

Books have a tremendous capacity to surprise and delight us. For example, recently I read a book (The Genius Of Birds) about birds and I was touched to discover that there are birds that sing for the joy of it, birds that use tools, and birds that collect things in the color blue. I’m becoming an entry level bird nerd, what’s your favorite fun fact about birds?

Little Free Library

I just love little free libraries, they have provided me with so much joy. I will walk up a steep hill in a downpour to check and see if there are new titles in a neighborhood library. I enjoy leaving my own books for other readers as well. I’d love to have my own little free library someday. Someday, when I can afford a house, I will set up a little free library in the yard and curate it’s contents for you. Not only will I share books, I will share plants - I can’t seem to stop propagating them. In this way I will perpetuate another simple pleasure I have enjoyed; the distinct pleasure of finding plants with cheerful little signs reading “Free” or “Take One” and me proceeding to carry them all the way back home. The plants and books from my neighbors have filled my heart as much as my garden and my bookshelf.

Flurry Of Emptiness

It was hard for her to find the words and this made her flustered. Finally she said, “my mind is a flurry of emptiness” and I said “It’s ok, it’ll come to you later.” Because I knew that would make her feel better, even though I knew that it wasn’t true. What I didn’t realize was that this would be our last conversation.

Yeehaw

I’m a horse girl, I told them that on the application. I explained in detail how I started riding at a young age and how my skills advanced quickly because my horse was, to put it simply, challenging. It had been several years since I’d been in the saddle but I still felt confident about my horsemanship and I was excited to get involved with a horse rescue as an adult.

I showed up to volunteer wearing reasonable leather boots, but not cowboy boots specifically. In fact everything I had on was perfectly functional for the occasion. But I could tell they’d made up their mind about me just by looking at me. They didn’t think I knew shit and treated me poorly.

Before the day was out I did have a chance to ride. They put me on a horse that didn’t want to go anywhere without a mean kick in the side. I believe in training horses to respond to a gentler touch and so I was disappointed to discover how this horse had been treated.

We road around the paddock a bit before hitting the trail. At which point another rider knocked over a jump very near to my horses legs. It spooked my horse, causing it to buck like a mustang at a rodeo. I stayed in the saddle and reigned in the horse, no problem.

And that was when they quit judging me by my ‘city’ boots and skinny jeans.

One outfit doesn’t always do justice to our multitudes.

Afternoon Coffee

Our time together used to disappear into hot coffee, dipped like a pastry and savored. I have no idea what we talked about most of the time, but the conversation was easy.

Ordinary Delights

I found a new book in a little free library. And I’m charmed by a tide of pink petals at my feet as I walk home.

Blissful

New ideas in hand, soaking up the last rays of golden, evening sun, my dog blinks up at me, blissful.

Being Is Enough For the Moment

I walk daily. Even when my thoughts are loud, putting one foot in front of the other is nearly always possible. My eyes are always open but sometimes I see. It is on these days that small treasures find me. Sometimes I slip into a peaceful place, between thoughts, swallowed whole by nowness. Being is enough for the moment.