If I say it wasn’t a bit tasking getting the things I’m about to share, it would not be true. Not because the things that make me happy aren’t in existence but I was trying to find the best ones, the truest ones, the ones that incite the most reflective feelings in me and while each of these images doesn’t have the most conventional stories, I have the purest emotions where they are concerned.
So, first is this. It’s the flower from one of my vegetables. Those who have been reading my work for a while now may have noticed my almost-obsession with pictures like these. I didn’t for the life of me think that I would thrive as a photographer. I know that it involves picking up your device to take a picture, but snapping pictures of nature has become one of my fondest hobbies. I’d be going through whatever negative phase and then I would take a walk or just catch sight of the beautiful sky or a peculiar flower from my bedroom window and I’d rush to take a picture of it. They are not the best but capturing them in their rawest form and editing them evokes positive emotions in me.
I went out a few days ago to my friend’s mom’s bookshop. I needed to do something in the area so I decided to branch the store. Sniffing those books was nostalgic and even though I didn’t have the funds then, I had to find means to purchase a book right away. As a novel addict without adequate access to hardcopy, I’ve had to confine myself to e-books for a while now so having a paperback in my hands once more, and reading the tiny print from the brown pages made me smile so hard. That’s of course till disaster struck in the book. The main experience was still something to be elated about though.
I love reading just as much as I love writing. Some of my Hive friends were surprised to know that I write down most of the stuff I want to post before typing them on my phone to do the actual posting. This particular book has been my friend since I started Hive and even though I’m onto the last five pages of the book, I’m not so sad. Scratch that, I really am. I thought the pages would never diminish. But it’s served me beautifully and I’m grateful that it’s been part of my wins, joys and not so joyful moments, here on the Blockchain. And yeah, I do a bit of calligraphy too. Sometimes when I’m mulling over what to write or trying to find the right words, I get lost in thought. And when I become fully conscious, I realize that I’ve made elaborate doodles all over the paper. They usually look quite nice to me even though the main words may be gibberish. I find satisfaction in that small detail. That I’m able to create art, in art, if that makes sense.
I woke up on the morning of last week to see that a particular plant that didn’t seem like it would germinate in this soil had sprouted. I clapped my hands excitedly and giggled in delight. I don’t know why but each experiment on my garden brings me great joy. I thought it was dramatic calling gardening therapeutic but ignorance does make you blind, doesn’t it? My garden has become my work of art, something that I can get lost in and don’t mind getting my hands dirty for. When I use the fruit or the leaves of my plants to make food, the warmest feelings creep up my spine. I did that, is what I keep saying to myself.
Finally, I didn’t want to add this. But I knew this post would’ve been incomplete. I had a really nasty fight with one of my sisters last week. We’ve not had that kind of fight in years now. I felt beyond dejected. I felt misunderstood. I felt lost. Even though we’ve made up now(we didn’t talk about the incident, she just sent me a text via WhatsApp and we started talking from there, even though we were a room away!), it’s something I don’t like experiencing cause my sisters are really important to me. So I told the ones available to make this heart while I snapped. As you can see, it’s a most imperfect heart. Lol. But it was perfect for me because we shared a lot of laughs even though our arms were cramped trying to get it right. I love this picture so much because it’s a reminder that even with our differences and how bad things could be sometimes, we’d always go through it together. Perfecting our imperfections as a family.
So yeah, my stories are not the best but they are the truest to me. Things I’d always be grateful for.
All images are mine and taken by me.
