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: a sensory-filled post with a new poem, a video, a song, and a new drawing (#10/24 new drawings for HopeMail)

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HopeMail #134 | Twice a month on Fridays, I write and draw what’s on my mind lately about life, deriving insights from the ordinary mundane to the difficult days. This issue is the 10/24 new drawings for HopeMail. Counting down 14 more issues till we complete 24 new drawings in a year in October 2022. Happy to finally run out of drawing paper and have to buy new ones. It shows I have been drawing!

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Image: yellow colour line text divider
Image: text divider. Handwritten word “new poem” and a black & white line drawing of a hand about to pick up something.

🎧 🎶 While reading the poem, you can play this song softly in the background: Come Back Home (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) by Max Loh and Katherine Ho. Listen on Apple Music, Spotify


Away

I sometimes eat an orange
during my workday break
accompanied by YouTube videos
it helps me to relax.
I found a video
it was eight and a half minutes.
Ok, this is perfect
I told myself. 
It’s animation
light and easy.

0:25 aww, cute little girl/the orange peels lie messily in a pile
1:52 lovely story so far/this orange is sweet
2:58 then it hits.

I remember her. The regrets of things I should have done.
I inhaled sharply. An attempt to suck the tears back to my skull.
Quick! Count to ten.
Breathe! Count to ten.
Often I do that
when tears threatened.
Distract yourself! look away
Count to ten count to ten count to ten
Don’t cry don’t cry do not cry
My eyes hurt

I remember her. The regrets of things I should not have done.
Thinking back on the times I made all decisions
Without asking 
Without seeking
Without consulting
Without taking into consideration how it’d affect her.
Yet, she’s quietly supporting
Was she waiting for me?
I don’t know.

I remember seeing her
outside the car window
as I drove off
to my own life. 
   away.
Call me, she said.
A mix of tenderness and sadness formed.
I remember the pain of separation
I remember telling my heart
Don’t cry don’t cry do not cry
I will keep in touch more
Yeah, call more
Come home more
someday.

I do love her.
But I can’t outdo the love of a mother.
My sweet, sweet mother
Of whom I miss
and will never hear her voice
asking me to call her again.

I remember her. My angel. 
I remember as I kissed her
Her eyelashes, soft.
Her eyelids, closed.
as she breathed her last
and left me
to my own life.
    away.
Image: yellow colour line text divider

It’s been ten years since I lost my mum. She was 57 years old. Over a decade, I have written poems of grief, loss, lessons, gratitude, and most of all, hope.

This year, 2022, I’m thinking of curating and putting the poems together into a book. Accompanied by my drawings. A memoir of sorts.

I wonder would doing it unearth wounds, unhealed? Grief, yet to go through and come through? What would it bring?


Image: text divider. Handwritten word “ pause and ponder” and a black & white line drawing of two hands of supposedly God and Adam, with one finger from each hand reaching out to each other. This drawing is my rendition, mimicking the popular artwork of Michelangelo’s The Creation of Adam.

Someday.
Who do you need to call or spend some time with?
Who’s your someday?


🎬 Let's Eat - Award-Winning Animated Short Film by Anamon Studios

This was the short film I watched that inspired the poem and this issue of HopeMail.


🎤 Lyrics: Come Back Home (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) by Max Loh and Katherine Ho

(Verse 1)
I hold your laughter safe inside in my mind
Sweet moments captured so I can rewind
I’ll always have them so anywhere I fly
I know you’ll be by my side

(Verse 2)
You lift me up when I am feeling small
Up on your shoulders I become so tall
And though you raise me high above it all
I have no doubt that you’ll catch me if I fall

(Chorus 1)
You give me everything 
You see the best in me
No matter where you go
You’ll come back home

(Verse 3)
I’m only learning to say what’s in my heart
So when you’re hurting I don’t know where to start
And though the words are often hard to find
We still have time to make things right

(Chorus 2)
You give me everything 
You see the best in me
No matter where I go
I’ll come back home

Image: text divider. Handwritten word “ new drawing” and a black & white line drawing of a hand holding a compass, drawing a circle.

10/24 new drawings for HopeMail

Don’t Let Me Hold You Back

Image: photo of my hand, holding a pen on top of a black & white line drawing. The left side of the drawing shows the hand of a person letting go of something. The gesture of the fingers felt like they are hanging in mid-air, as if the person is hesitant, yet because of love, determined to let go. The right side of the drawing shows part of a ribbon softly flying away, the end of the ribbon facing towards the hand of the person, looking like it’s reaching out to the one releasing it, saying goodbye, yet thankful to be given the chance to fly.
I took this shot of the drawing when it was almost completed. #24newdrawingsforhopemail

Sometimes, a greater love is to give someone the blessings to fly.

I believe that’s what my mum did for me.


I’m putting this drawing up for sale. It’s available as framed, unframed giclée print and original artwork.

image: screenshot of my shopfront with the artwork Don't let me hold you back.

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24 new drawings for HopeMail project

I started the 24 new drawings for HopeMail project in November 2021. To do a new drawing every two weeks for this newsletter. It’s a way to give myself the momentum to keep drawing and keep learning the art. It’s also a way of bringing both my writing and drawing together, using them to tell stories and sharing them with you. This project will end in October 2022. I thank you for coming along with me on this journey so far. What’s next?… 🤷🏻‍♀️

Here’s a collage of the ten drawings to date.

Image: collage of the ten drawings I’ve done for HopeMail to date.

Find out the story behind the drawings in my previous posts.

  1. Dream makers; dream killers

  2. In Its Place

  3. Yes, please sweat the small stuff

  4. My story: how I went from totally uninterested to totally in love with God

  5. A gentle start to a new year

  6. Find that patch of heaven in your heart

  7. To “do to get” mentality is tiring me out

  8. Cutting through the noise and finding out how I want to approach my work and life

  9. I’m plucking up the courage to live the part in my heart that I’ve never dared to fully live


That’s all for now, folks. Thanks for reading and being here. I’ll see you in my next issue on April 1st, 2022. Feel free to write to me or leave a comment.

💖 Melinda

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Image: text divider. Handwritten word “fund my work” and a black & white line drawing of a little girl with a happy smile, running gleefully across a field, holding a balloon.

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Anne Chandran
Writes Project Me ·Mar 21Liked by Melinda

What a beautiful poem❣️Our loved ones live on, especially when we keep them alive in our stories. I often ask myself if grief needed an end date. I know now that it doesn’t. It’s okay to feel our loss way for the people who held our hearts. Having lost my dad a decade ago, I can relate to the tears, wanting to suck ‘em back in sometimes. Thanks for that reminder to seek out, and to spend time with our loved ones, in the years they need us more than we them. Always fills my heart and soul, reading your newsletter🧡

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MJ
Mar 19·edited Mar 19Liked by Melinda

Hello Melinda,

My heart stuttered after comment that it is 10 years since you’ve lost your Mum. This December will also mark my Mum’s 10th year death anniversary, and she was 58.

Across the oceans in Melbourne, Australia, I share your grief, your yearning heart and your hope. I started writing and creating art 2 years ago, but I’m not sure I can write about her. Specifically. Consciously. Digging deep into my memory banks. But it’s 10 years. It’s as good a time as any.

Thank you for waking me up.

I always enjoy your newsletters. Please keep going. With gratitude, MJ

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