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“Nothing had changed, the clouds hadn’t disappeared. But my heart was replete with something like an answer.”
it’s been years since i read this book, but this quote has eternally stuck with me. i’ve always loved the way she writes about grief, healing, and, of course, cooking.
Feb 12, 2025
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deeply moving and meditative. I read this around the time of several difficult anniversaries, and while very short, it helped me view loss, connection and healing through a different lens.
Feb 19, 2024
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a super short n sentimental read that also happens to be one of my favorite books of all time. i don’t want to say too much about it (to maintain an element of surprise n whimsy), but it contains two different stories, with both touching upon processing grief and finding joy in the mundane. i love the way yoshimoto writes, with such an appreciation for the details in the world around her.
if you end up reading this one, i’d love to know what you think <3 happy reading!
Sep 17, 2024
an effortless and universal depiction of emotions, this has been my favourite book for a really long time! the translation from japanese is beautiful, and if you get the right edition, there’s a novella included at the end.
Jan 11, 2025
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i’ve been really into not googling something i don’t need to know the answer to immediately and just wondering about it instead. you’d be surprised how many answers you can find in yourself!!
Feb 11, 2025
if you spend time in local garden centers/nurseries, you’re liable to encounter greenhouse cats!
they serve a similar purpose as barn cats, catching rodents and pests that can harm the plants, but mostly they just bask in the sunny warmth of the greenhouse.
this is morris, the cat at my greenhouse. (-: he’s old as bones but is the sweetest boy. when i’m lucky, he accompanies me as i care for the plants.
Feb 16, 2025
this is my shell collection. my mom use to collected them too. she filled our home with sea glass and clam shells— something i regretfully regarded as tacky when i was teenager. i spent my childhood by the ocean but we moved to a landlocked state when i was 10. i thought her collections were born of an inability to let go of the past, something i now understand as a means to preserve the connection to it— a gentle reminder.
four years ago she started forgetting things. small things at first, the name of my highschool best friend or where she’d left her keys. eventually, she began to forget my tattoos and how to read. her world is full of gentle reminders now— we do everything we can to help her not forget. the collections help, serving as tangible memory links. i think my own collection was born out of this. i’ll surround her with iridescent mementos if i have to; i want her to remember.
collections aren’t frivolous. sometimes, their meanings are revealed to you as they grow.
Feb 16, 2025