Graceland Too by Phoebe Bridgers Seeing people I love after a long while apart Black-eyed susans Identifying trees The IT Crowd British humour Picking wildflowers Paved trails Evening church sermons Chocolate fudge ice cream “We could take your wheelchair” Secondhand bookstores Finding the perfect book for another Three-dollar books An email that says “your order…
Wheelchairs from thrift stores Spontaneously seeing friends High school graduates Old friends from long ago Meaningful discussions about the world Farmhouses Newborn goats Smoothie bowl shops Brush pens Talking for hours in a car “We should hang out a lot more!” Ice Being free to be honest with someone Cute laughter Red-tinted hair People saying…
I keep a notebook in which I write down everything that makes me happy. By tradition, once a month, I’ll share the things I wrote. For more information, this post explains how this tradition began. Here’s everything that made me happy in April, 2021. Patterned envelopes Glass water bottles “Does a waterfall move?” Receiving flowers…
This year I’ve fallen in love with Leigh Bardugo’s Six of Crows duology for the very first time, a pair of novels that have stuck within my daydreams. I found Bardugo’s other books set in the same universe and quickly grew obsessed. I may have joined the fandom a bit later than some of its…
This month has been a journey. My health, as usual, hasn’t been the best, and I’ve been constantly craving rest. But I made a lot of small and wonderful memories. I’m finally done with midterms and starting spring break. Now, in the midst of a much-needed rest, I’m looking back on the month and recognizing…
I’m a believer in the small wonders, the mundane-yet-beautiful things hidden in tiny pockets of life. Nonetheless, I’ve been quiet on this blog because not everything is simple, no matter how many lovely things there are in life, there are also a handful of hardships. My health hasn’t been too great lately, so it’s hard…
Finally, 2020 is over. The year was tiring, to say the least — it’s amazing how global the sense of pain was. I pray that those who have been hurting will find healing and hope in 2021, and that those who have found hope will not lose it when difficult times arrive. 2020 was…a lot.…
I love handwritten letters. Opening the mailbox and seeing the loops of cursive writing on a thin paper. Coffee-stained, wax-sealed envelopes, closed with a kiss. I love seeing someone’s name printed on the return address and thinking—I wonder how they’re doing right now? I love the sound of opening the seal. The excited feeling of…
I’m not a natural optimist. I’m someone who needs to train myself to see the glass half-full. The emptiness lingering on the other side of the glass can swallow me up, and I need to fix my thoughts forward to make sure that doesn’t happen. If there’s one book that helps me learn to be optimistic, it’s Stargirl by…
One summer, I found myself wandering the sidewalks and realizing every beautiful little thing around me. I had discovered a break in the woods that practically glowed around sunset, illuminated with the greenish-yellow tint of sunlight passing through the leaves. It was gorgeous. They’re Enchanted Places. Like the “Álagablettur” in Iceland. There are always little pockets…
