I love violets and so, apparently, did my grandmother. She passed away a few weeks ago. She'd been ailing for many years, and so in a lot of ways it was a release for her, but still sad nonetheless. At her memorial service, her children spoke of her love of small things: her fanciful sketches, her beautiful handwriting, the lovely clothes she made for all of her children out of pretty poplin and precious yarns, the delicious bento lunches she made for them to take to school, her endless patience with and attention to each child (she had six!) as she raised them during the Korean War and the chaotic years afterwards, and the way she loved to get out her favorite china when guests came – delicate dishes decorated with violets, her favorite flower.
Violets are everywhere now so it feels as though she is still with us; it is sweet to see them and remember her. It inspires me that she focused on the small details of home and life and children with such care. It's the way I long to live life too, even though I know I fall short of this ideal so much of the time, and the way she lived life, in a different era, would be an impossibility for me. Not all of that life would even be desirable for me. But the image of her quiet, patient love and creativity stays with me and is an ideal I strive for as best as I can.
Who inspires you to live your best life?