HopeMail #138

Hi friends,
I got COVID. So, I thought for this issue of HopeMail, I’ll weave that part together with my thoughts on moving to Portugal.

Thursday, June 9, 12:16 pm. Day one of COVID

I’m writing this sitting in my temporary “tiny house” set up, a bedroom at home, for seven days of COVID self-isolation. I’m feeling the lethargy of the body; a call to rest. Yet, I’m also feeling all these words swimming in my heart; a call to write.

So, here I am. Writing, when my brain is lucid, my body is able. Drinking this cup of herbal tea sent by friends. Giving thanks. I’m alone in my isolation room. But I’m not left alone. I’m loved. Cared for.

GIF of a beautiful baby-green colour cup with floral patterns, with steam rising up from the hot tea. There’s a cursive-writing sentence on the inner side of the cup with the words, “All you need is love”.

Thursday, June 9, 1:39 pm

Suddenly, the reality of seven days with no appointments to go to, no one to meet up with, no cooking to be done, and no more systematic to-dos, threw me off a bit.

I was on a roll with my work progress, with our moving to Portugal preparation, and catching up with friends. I was full of energy and momentum!

Then, this stalling.

I had to cancel meeting up with friends who wanted to hear about our Portugal plans and to say goodbye for now. With this window gone, I’ll only get to see my friends next year.

I might not even be able to work beyond this first day of COVID until I recover, let’s see.

Plans change. It’s in Life Lessons volume 1.

Saturday, June 11, 10:36 am. Day three of COVID

My brain is less fuzzy. Words are swimming in my head. I guess it’s time to write again.

My fever spiked at 38.6 Celsius yesterday, coupled with massive tiredness, chest congestion, cough, and sore throat. I asked for prayer from friends, for the symptoms to not be worsened—because I don’t want to be in a hospital. A prayer as elementary as a kid’s. It’s fine. God understands.

Feeling the love

I did a photo collage of the love and care demonstrated by my husband (main caregiver) and friends. From preparing three meals daily, how are you feeling today texts, sending herbal teas, coconut water, fruit juice and even a shared Disney+ subscription!

Image: I did a photo collage of the love and care demonstrated by my husband (main caregiver) and friends. 3 photos of meals, 2 photos of drinks in a cup, 1 photo of fruit juice, 1 photo of coconut water drink, and 1 photo of a movie showing on a laptop.

Contrary to Hollywood and Korean dramas, love is not a feeling per se—love is a verb.

Love is great.
But love can be inconvenient—it involves taking action.
Love involves giving. Not when you feel like it, not when it’s convenient and you have nothing else to do, but when it’s good for the other person.
Love means showing up, it means staying on, it means commitment.
Love takes practice.
This is how relationships get stronger and better.
In the spirit of Nike, don’t just think it—do it.

Missing my home already

This morning’s weather in my tropical side of the world is gentle and kind. The leaves are swaying, and the air is cooler, yet it’s not raining. I stood by the window, entertained by Ollie the yellow oriole, the unnamed magpies, the noisy mynahs, the cheeky treeshrews1 and their antics.

I took it all in.

Knowing that I will miss this home surrounded by trees, feathered friends, and the occasional Maggie or is it Mr Monitor (lizard).

I love our home here. It’s our haven, our sanctuary. Yet—we choose to leave. To set up a new one with unknowns.

How will our new home in Portugal be?

Over the two years of the pandemic, in an almost similar situation, as I’m now in—isolated, quiet, I drew (literally) inspiration from what’s outside my window. And I found solace in quietly observing my surrounding.

Here are some of my drawings.2

Commitment

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image: photo of a mini art print on a wooden stand. It features my artwork of Commitment, a pair of yellow oriole birds on a single tree branch. Their beaks are touching each other. — Orioles are usually seen in pairs, and often together for life! Inspired by the knowledge, I drew the pair of birds with a black fine liner pen and coloured brush pen. It also reminds me of the wedding vow.…till death do us part. | mini fine art print with wooden oak stand

View from the window

image: a photo of my line drawing, of trees seen from inside of a window. — This artwork was inspired by my time of gazing out from the window, looking at the lush trees surrounding me. | fine art print and mini fine art print

Rise above

image: photo of my line drawing of a plant with a flower stem higher than the rest, the flower is encircled by soft, dreamy ray of sun. — You will rise above your pain, your grief, your circumstances, and bloom—by God’s grace. | original artwork, fine art print and mini fine art print.

This artwork was inspired by a plant which sprang up from what I thought, was a barren plant pot outside my window. I didn’t seed it, I didn’t water it, I did nothing. It grew. I noticed that the plant has one stem higher than the rest. It seemed to be reaching above a partition that is shading the rest of the stems. It seemed to be reaching for the sun. That one stem has a beautiful flower. The words “rise above” came, and I found them to be encouraging. To rise above our circumstances, reach for the light, trusting that in due time, we will thrive and bloom.

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A gorgeous blue butterfly flew into our house at night, but it didn’t make it. Maybe it was injured. I took the risk to do a drawing of this colourful creation, but only with black fine liner pens, using stippling instead of lines, to give it a softer touch. A new life one dot at a time? | original artwork, fine art print and mini fine art print.

I continue to draw from my home surroundings even after the total lockdown has eased.3

Saying goodbyes and até para o ano (see you next year in Portuguese)

“What is the hardest thing in leaving?” a friend asked.

“My church small group. My community,” I answered.

Organically, I have no more direct blood family as I’m an only child with both biological parents (and a stepfather) passed on due to cancer. A lady once carelessly remarked in a pity-you tone, “Oh, you’re an orphan.” Of which, I laughed and said, together with my husband and daughter, my bigger spiritual family in Christ now forms a stronger and thicker bond than a blood family. They are the ones who are there. And they are the ones who showed me how does loving one another looks like.

We will take this legacy lesson to wherever we go, Portugal, in this case. By God’s grace and blessing, nurture the existing community, and also build another community there—one person at a time.

Monday, June 13, 1:55 pm. Day five of COVID

My temperature is 37 Celsius. The fever is coming down. The army has won. But, the remnants of tiredness are telling me, I still need to rest up.

Ollie came for a visit. It’s usually solo now. Not a pair. Let alone, with the glorious sextet who performed their one-moment only gig, and never to return again. I’m grateful I captured the memory through art.

image: a coloured line drawing, with black brush pen and yellow brush pen of 6 yellow oriole birds, flying around, hanging out at a tree. It has a haiga (a visual poem). — Find that patch of heaven in your heart. Often—it’s closer and more accessible than you think. | original artwork, mini fine art print.

Wednesday, June 15, 10:00 am. Day seven of COVID

Technically, the seventh day is the last day of self-isolation. My Rapid Antigen Test showed COVID positive, though the line is very faint. Apparently, some people will still show COVID positive for up to three months, but they are no longer contagious. I’ll keep away from the human society for another three days, just to be sure. Anyway, I’m still mostly feeling tired. At the time of writing this, I have zero new drawings. Will you be getting a new drawing in HopeMail for this issue? 🤷🏻‍♀️

Update June 16: Sorry, there’ll be no new drawings. I’m still tired and I’m writing this issue in between the times when I have more energy. The upside is that there should be two new drawings for the next HopeMail.

Leaving, missing, anticipating

I’ve been mulling a lot over this big move to Portugal.

As much as I’ve honed the pitch to explain to people, and to myself, why I am doing this, the explanations felt adequately justifiable yet inadequate.

How could I justify—leaving?

Leaving means I’m giving up something I hold dear.
I can list hundreds of them here. And I’m sure some of you who would never imagine leaving your home, your community, and your safety net, could list.

“It’s all good here.”
“Why can’t you just go for a holiday?” (“Like a normal person, you two crazies” might be the unspoken thoughts.)
“What about this?”
“What about that?”
“It’s not even for economic reasons.”

But there deep in my gut, I just knew and knew that if out of fear-of-everything-unknown, I/we don’t take this opportunity, we might be haunted with these two words until our death beds—what if?

Leaving—doesn’t mean we are leaving for something better. We are leaving for something different.

And we are anticipating the possibilities of many wondrous things, while dropping the naivety of a problems-free paradise.

Because many things in life aren’t guaranteed.
I’ve given up that delusional entitlement years ago.

So for the both of us, as long as our compass is set to God’s—we’ll set sail, all nerves and excitement, anticipating in confidence that though many things will be different, our God is the same, today and in the future, He will be our stability.

All those beautiful, Hallelujah words are to say…we are scared! But we are doing this anyway. And the only non-crazy anchor we can hold on to is our faith in God.

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbour. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover. ~ H. Jackson Brown Jr.

In short? Take a chance.

That’s all for now, folks. Thanks for reading. Feel free to leave a comment or ask questions. Your next issue of HopeMail on July 1st, 2022 will be coming from Portugal! 😱

💖 Melinda

PS Coming soon in September 2022! There will be an exciting membership plan that brings both my writing and art together. It’s going to be packed to the overflow with value for you, starting from a low subscription fee. Will share more details soon.

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Here’s your Nat Geo time. Treeshrews are not to be confused with squirrels, though they look quite similar. 1) Treeshrews has a longer, pointed snout. 2) Treeshrews are mainly predators! Feeding on insects and small animals, and occasionally, fallen fruits.

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My drawings are available as fine art prints, and original drawings (for original drawings, I mail them personally. Please order the original drawings before June 23 2022 when I’m still in Malaysia and can mail them to you, as I won’t be bringing them to Portugal ). Coming up in my shop: mini fine art prints with wooden oak stands. Please email me if you have questions. Here’s my shop.

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The pandemic lockdown has heightened my ability to be comfortable with stillness. Many ordinary things become fascinating when we are present in the moment. Drawing, painting, and sketching allows me to slow down and pay attention to my surrounding. I love it.

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