by Maira Kalman
Two days ago, before or after Emelia’s funeral prayers, I wanted to write a post titled something like, “The Loss of Children”. About that choice of title, I thought, “Who are you to write a post titled, ‘The Loss of Children’, when you have been so blessed and your children are safe and healthy?” So much has happened, in my head, during this Christmas/New Years holiday, that I postponed the post and now I’m writing this.
I woke at 5:35. I’ve had a lot going on in my head. (I guess I already said that.)
I dusted off the final two shelves of books. It’s been a two-shelves-a-day project ever since the dust settled and the window casings were clear-coated. If you are connected to my Instagram account, you’ve seen that I’ve snapped a few shots of books, but I stopped that because it was actually distracting me from getting the job done.
A side note: I was able to, with the guidance of the book, The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese Art of Decluttering and Organizing by Marie Kondo, choose twenty books to box up and deliver to a WIN shop. Apart from the books in the cardboard box, I can say that the titles that remain, give me joy.
To celebrate the completion of the task and to stall Max’s walk at the pond (Facebook status: [Big fat flakes falling, beginning at around 6 this morning. It is easy to see them, lit up by street lamps. Morning light is still some time away.]), I sat under the green quilted blanket, cozy, on the red couch and read the most beautiful book, The Principles of Uncertainty by Maira Kalman. The smell of home made turkey soup was heavy on the air…yesterday’s cooking continued because the carrots still had a tad too much crunch.
I loved this book so much that, for a short while, until my next book, it is my favourite. Yes! I finished it a short while ago. It is that type of book. For its sparseness, it is absolutely overflowing and packed with content of the heart. It is an entire history and archive of those bits of life that are inspiring and magical, in part, anyway. I also like that Maira dedicates the book to her mother.
Maira Kalman is a woman of my own heart, very much captivated by the magical moments of life. A fabulous illustrator and person. I highly recommend this book. I’ll be moving on to her other books.
I attended a gathering last evening at a friend’s house. She’s just recently completed a kitchen renovation. Ten women sharing a meal on a wintry night…just beautiful. It is our habit to talk about everything, really. And, at some point, we always share our current reading, authors, genres and such and last evening was no exception. I was a bit embarrassed to share that I was still struggling my way through a werewolf story, titled Mongrels by Stephen Graham Jones. I think I’ve decided that werewolf stories are not for me. Anyway, back to The Principles of Uncertainty, the book gives me a fresh perspective on the human condition. The themes are very personal and yet universal. Everything is uncertain…even the books that we pick up and our experience of them. I felt warm and happy looking around that room last evening, with the realization that, for the past twenty-five years, these women have shared their reading with me. Ours is a delicious friendship.
I will be writing about the loss of children at a later time, not because I know that experience, but because I can’t imagine that experience. And why? What will that do or help or prove? Absolutely nothing…just that I can.