don’t ask me why.
you know me old bean.
among all the other things i am . . .
i’m a dyed in the wool
a cozy minimalist !
but still a minimalist.
which means i will ALWAYS take
so i can’t say exactly WHY i like her art so much!
but there is just something about mary engelbreit.
her art is busy busy busy!
full of color. full of life. quaint bordering on cute.
though i love it so much . . .
her art is nothing i could live with on my wall or in my room.
don’t ask me why . . .
i have simply just always loved her.
i like the way she paints.
i like the way she thinks.
i have a couple of her books
full of her art and her quotes.
and i cherish them.
and lately she helped me in a very
when i was growing up . . .
spring meant one thing . . .
” WE WOULD BE PACKING UP AND MOVING SOON!!!”
to the next place.
every spring the next move-planning started
for soon after school was out.
i once worriedly asked my mother in all seriousness . . .
” what if i marry a man who never wants to move? “
i did just that.
i married a man who never wanted to leave this state!
after bob died i moved every 6 months.
not OUT of the state. but within the city i was in.
we had lost our beautiful home in tulsa to cancer.
it is devastating in more ways than the body.
we lost his business and our home.
and i had lost him.
they said we hadn’t taken
the ‘catastrophic clause’ in our insurance.
i still don’t have anything like that really.
but i have very little to lose now.
and i refuse to fear the future.
we were young then.
i guess you think you’ll live forever or something.
but we learned that
you can lose everything very quickly.
we had nothing left and so it was easy for me to move.
i immediately moved from tulsa when he died.
and then . . . i just kept on moving.
only i also stayed in this state of oklahoma.
mostly in this city in particular.
and in the capitol city . . . nearer my job . . .
just to be in the area of the marine and his wife and son.
after bob died i owned very little.
and i only would sign a 6 month lease on each apartment.
i don’t know why i moved every 6 months!
most people find ANY move traumatic.
much less putting oneself through it every few months!
i’m sure it had something to do with the grief process.
and so i moved that way for many years.
after all . . . i had grown up moving.
it was natural to me.
and actually quite easy.
when i bought the lot and had built the little cottage of mine . . .
‘ the wee blink bonnie ‘
pictured below . . .
” a small pretty place “
i actually stayed put longer than i had at any time in my life!
15 long years!
even in the 16 years bob and i were together . . .
we moved house a few times before we bought our own.
but always . . .
EVERY SPRING it would hit me.
and STILL IT DOES.
some years more than others.
i want to move!
i want to go to another place entirely!
i could easily be packed within one morning.
by afternoon for sure.
the books would take the longest.
the rest of my belongings and clothes are few.
and lately the desire to move near the sea hit very hard indeed.
for reasons i can’t go into here . . .
i cannot move away from this prairie.
it is simply not to be for me to be anywhere else.
at least not now.
i don’t know why i let myself get all ‘het up!’ about it this time.
because truth to tell . . .
i’m always a very contented little camper.
i do love my wren house.
you know that old bean!
i have even made a certain peace with this
where tornadoes and earthquakes are normal events.
i who love the forests and the tall mountains and the sea!
none of those are here where i am.
but today the wind is blowing hard.
and it sounds like the incoming waves of the ocean!
that’s what i think.
i want to hear it that way. and so i do.
and there is a TALL pine tree right outside my big window.
and i have mary’s gentle art to remind me . . .
how’s THAT for incentive?
but there is also this . . .
her best known quote perhaps . . .
i love that.
and THAT is important for me to remember!
and this one . . .
wise words from marcel proust personified in the art of mary’s
beautiful illustration . . .
just like abraham lincoln wisely said.
happiness is a CHOICE.
” most folks are about as happy
as they make up their minds to be. “
even more than happiness.
and along the same lines . . .
though not really apropos to this particular post!
nobody is driving me crazy.
although . . .
i suppose you could also say
” don’t let any THING drive you crazy “
and that could make it apply here as well!
being the idea that you can’t bloom here!
you CAN of course!
for me . . .
this is something that will ALWAYS be
is a tiny apartment
by the sea!
til soon old bean.