The Art of Communication
“What an astonishing thing a book is. It’s a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles. But one glance at it and you’re inside the mind of another person, maybe somebody dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, an author is speaking clearly and silently inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic.” — Carl Sagan
Books and journals, folders and notebooks, pens and pencils, paints and pastels. These are the tools of communication. Essential to the inspired. Of utmost importance in the business of conveying thoughts. They are a means to an end, allowing the Divine to share its story through words, imagery and imagination. With these powerful tools, anything can be achieved, any insight or idea captured, any vision articulated. Inevitably, the thoughts of the greatest minds and the emotions of the most creative have been poured out and scribbled upon the pages of an inconspicuous notebook. Cubism, the little black dress, and the first drafts of the I Have a Dream speech became real when ideas found their way to paper. And, in some cases, the very souls of men and women have been lucky enough to be expressed in the pages of a book, forever archived, forever available for the world to enjoy.
“What an astonishing thing a book is. It’s a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles. But one glance at it and you’re inside the mind of another person, maybe somebody dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, an author is speaking clearly and silently inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic.”
Books and journals, folders and notebooks, pens and pencils, paints and pastels. These are the tools of communication. Essential to the inspired. Of utmost importance in the business of conveying thoughts. They are a means to an end, allowing the Divine to share its story through words, imagery and imagination. With these powerful tools, anything can be achieved, any insight or idea captured, any vision articulated. Inevitably, the thoughts of the greatest minds and the emotions of the most creative have been poured out and scribbled upon the pages of an inconspicuous notebook. Cubism, the little black dress, and the first drafts of the I Have a Dream speech became real when ideas found their way to paper. And, in some cases, the very souls of men and women have been lucky enough to be expressed in the pages of a book, forever archived, forever available for the world to enjoy.
Fountain pen and paper by Debby Hudson
These tools matter only to the extent they reflect the soul. Communicating from the soul often takes time, and perhaps, that is why some of our analogue tools lend themselves so well to expression and provide the most accurate reflections of our humanness. And while Powerpoint slides accompany our notebooks, paints, and pencil boxes, and we often opt for digital versions of our once paper bag covered books, there remains something thoughtful and real about slow communication. I remember, for example, when a person in the throes of dating thought long and hard about what they were going to say, how they might say it, and what the other person’s response might be long before ever placing a phone call. The nervousness, the stammering, the messy humanness of the subsequent exchange somehow added to the would-be couple’s romantic dance in much the same way the rose of Antoine de Saint Exupéry’s Little Prince became a beloved rose because of all of the little prince’s dedication to it. We can swap some of that messiness for the polish typical of a text message or of a friend request devoid of messaging altogether; or we can quickly add an emoticon rather than articulate the breath of our feelings as we once did in a postcard or letter. It is not to say that our new school toys can’t get the job done. I’m simply suggesting the onus is on us to remember what makes communication so very special. We have an opportunity to preserve the wonder of it all regardless of the medium we choose.
Typewriter and other communication tools by Rawpixel
Yes, I am a bit nostalgic. Perhaps it’s because I’m a romantic or perhaps it’s because I add a tell-tale senior quality every year (I’m now in bed before 10pm on most nights). Or maybe it goes deeper than that. I’m told that as a baby, I fell in love with the feel of a pencil the moment I held it in my chubby hand. Before I could match coherent sounds with meaning, I studied conversationalists most closely. I looked to and fro, at my mother and father, as they engaged in riveting discussions I couldn’t yet understand. I anticipated when one person was supposed to speak and looked, bright-eyed and eager, at the next person when it was her turn. I learned the rhythm of the words long before I could comprehend their meaning. All the while, I made secret soliloquies in my own tiny mind, waiting for the time I would be able to share them.
There was no greater euphoria than that which came from school supply shopping. I was completely bewitched and looked forward to the annual trip like some kids look forward to summer vacation. I strolled the paper aisle at Ames (if you’re much younger than me, look that up) with purpose, assessing the various colors and styles of notebooks and folders. I took care to choose those that best represented my uniqueness and some of my favorite smelled of leather or captured dreamy Parisian scenes on their covers. I studied the array of pencils and pens, making sure to choose those that would write with ease and grace across a sheet of paper. I was enthusiastic about crayons, markers and paint, and the ever useful post-it note.
Somewhere along the way, I got a diary as a Christmas or birthday present, I can’t quite remember which. It was sky blue with a pair of pink ballerina slippers on the cover and a little gold lock on the side. I didn’t dance but it was pretty which made me happy, and, on some level, I understood the importance of each lined page inside. I wrote my elementary thoughts down with fervor and commitment until the last page was complete. That little prized possession followed me, stored in the packing boxes bound for the college dorm, the apartment blitz of graduate school, and even to the high-rise near my first job, until I lost it sometime in my mid-twenties. Let us pause for a brief moment of silence.
Equally as enthusiastic about sending messages as I was about receiving them, I found the library and the bookstore like havens. Books helped me understand myself and the world. I knew, even then, these tiny rectangular objects with their many pages collectively held the wealth of human knowledge and something about that spoke to me.
Books sign by César Viteri
To some degree, I always understood communication cements our human interactions. How wonderfully human it is to prepare and present thoughts and ideas as a chef would a beautiful dish of food or to receive ideas prepared in the same vein. It is no wonder that we have cared so deeply about the presentation of our beautiful communication. Our prehistoric ancestors drew images of the animals they saw in the Lascaux caves of France. Slaves, forbidden to write, felt compelled not only to learn but to write using the formal conventions of the day to the best of their ability; and their successors commonly tailor how they speak according to particular audiences. Women wrote letters on delicate stationary and scented them with perfume hoping to infuse them with some semblance of their sentiments. Italian humanists, in their quest to showcase life as being about more than just utility, developed cursive writing, with its open and elegant letters. Today, we micro-manage our language and the delivery of our messages. It is even in this spirit, that we’ve added all manner of fun and fancy to our text messaging.
Our communication is, and has always been, about much more than talking (or writing or drawing) and listening. It’s about having an opportunity to physically express our most elevated selves and to receive the same kind of expression from others. We are here. We are alive. And through our expression, we herald the importance of developing ideas, based on particular and idiosyncratic experiences of life that will never again occur, and taking the time to communicate them with care. Let us revel in and reflect on our beautiful interactions. Let us preserve our humanness. Let us remember our souls. And always, let us communicate.
Love in all things,
April Eileen
What's Lovely in Clean Skincare
Okay, I’ve been slowly trading out all of my old skincare for cleaner products. I feed myself well so it only makes sense that I’d want to do good things for my skin too! Here are some of my favorite items for doing just that!
“Self care is a divine responsibility.”
Okay, I’ve been slowly trading out all of my old skincare for cleaner products. I feed myself well so it only makes sense that I’d want to do good things for my skin too! I also need my regimen to be simple. I mean, really simple. I can’t state enough how simple I need it to be. Here are some of my favorite items for caring for my skin while keeping things pretty basic!
Skincare by Hans Vivek
Dr. Bronner’s Soap. I use the liquid soap for general use and cleaning and the all-in-one bar soap for more every day bath/shower use. Yes, I use bar soap and yes, I went all the way back to castile soap. Castile soap was traditionally made with olive oil and produced in the Castile region of Spain. Dr. Bronner’s uses organic, fair trade, sustainable vegetable oils (not the icky kind but oils like coconut, hemp, olive, and palm kernel oils). I would love to try a pure olive oil castile soap to compare so if anyone has suggestions, let me know. For now, I really dig Dr. Bronner’s. My most loved varieties are the Baby Unscented and the Rose scented soaps.
Acure Shampoo and Conditioner. I have hair that REQUIRES moisture. Acure delivers much needed hydration without heaviness. Argan Oil + Pumpkin is my favorite. I use a bit of olive or avocado oil after I rinse out the conditioner (again, moisture is critical for me), wrap my hair in a bun and let it air dry, and then style.
Dessert Essence Organics or Burt’s Bees Mama Bee Belly Butter. I use Dessert Essence Organics which works perfectly well, especially in warmer weather when it’s not so dry and your skin isn’t like the Sahara. In the winter, I have to follow this product up with a coat of castor oil. Yep, I did, in fact, say castor oil. I also use Burt’s Bees Mama Bee Belly Butter. I originally started using this lotion when I was pregnant to try to stave off stretch marks but found it’s just a really good lotion. It’s very moisturizing and keeps my skin happy. Aaaaannnnndddd, I did manage to stay stretch mark free (at least on my belly)! I kind of wish they would call it something else so women who aren’t donning a bump might try it. I wish I had discovered it a lot sooner.
Kopari Deodorant. I really like this deodorant. I used Native for some time but even with that product (which is good too), I had to do a mid-day wipe and reapply. I think I get stinky faster than the average person and Kopari is one of the few deodorants that consistently works well for me. Free of aluminum and parabens plus it smells like coconuts!
Himalaya Botanique Whitening Complete Care Toothpaste or Tom’s Spearmint Toothpaste Gel. The most important thing I require of my toothpaste is that it be flouride-free. I obviously want it to do its job and clean my teeth but everything else is really just an accoutrement as far as I’m concerned. To that end, I like both Himalaya Botanique and Tom’s Spearmint Toothpaste Gel (there are other Tom’s varieties but I like this one best, bar none) and use them interchangeably. Both leave my mouth feeling nice and clean sans the garbage and they whiten - a nice little plus.
Beauty Counter Tint Skin Hydrating Foundation. I know there are other foundations out there with great ingredients (heard good things about Vapour, for example) but honestly I haven’t yet tried them because I’m quite in love with this one. I find it very comparable, in terms of performance and price, to products you might find at a department store makeup counter (well, at least I think so…I haven’t been to a department store in like 5 years but I digress). It’s very easy to apply, blends well, and costs about $42. Can’t rave enough about it!
Bonus: Earth Mama Baby Skincare Products. For those that are mothers, I highly recommend Earth Mama skincare products for the little ones in your house. I use the soap, lotion and diaper balm. They even have a little travel kit called “A Little Something for Baby” that has tiny versions of all of their staple products. I also use the soap as my facial wash.
There you have it! What are your go to clean skincare products? I would be very interested to know. More lovely lists to come - everything from most helpful websites and apps to best ways to learn a new language! I’m excited to share and to hear what you know!
Love in all things,
April Eileen
Quotes from the Classics: January
There's something about classic literature - timeless, romantic, universal, human. Each month, I will post quotes from the likes of Austen, Wilde, Dickens, Steinbeck, Fitzgerald and many others. Here are some words that will inspire you as you kick off the new year!
There's something about classic literature - timeless, romantic, universal, human. Each month, I will post quotes from the likes of Austen, Wilde, Dickens, Steinbeck, Fitzgerald and many others. Here are some words that will inspire you as you kick off the new year!
Champagne, ornaments, and sparkler by Ioana Motoc
“Every man is tasked to make his life, even in details, worthy of the contemplation of his most elevated and critical hour.”
“It had to be found, the pristine source in one’s own self, it had to be possessed! Everything else was searching, was a detour, was getting lost.”
“And what is it to work with love? ...It is to charge all things you fashion with a breath of your own spirit.”
“And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”
“Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.”
Love in all things,
April Eileen