23. I Come Selling Flowers

From here, I write to you today. I arrived to Madrid in the early hours of Saturday the 13th. That same day was the engagement party of my little sister, Cris, who is getting married soon. After sleeping badly for a few hours, I stumbled out of the room like a zombie from the grave, but my energy changed radically when I saw my sister looking radiant, dressed in a white nightgown worthy of a princess, receiving immense bouquets of flowers every few minutes. It seemed like all of Madrid agreed to send her flowers, so within a few hours, my house looked like a botanical garden. I took it personally, gratefully appreciating such a warm welcome.

Interestingly, before returning to Madrid, I thought it would be a good idea to make some flower drawings, sell them, and use the money to pay some of the expenses of the album I’ve been recording this past month. The Universe said “coming right up,” and the day I returned, It filled my house with bouquets. This week, I’ve made these six drawings. Except for the first one, which my mother immediately bought, the rest are for sale. So, go ahead and fill your homes with flowers. These won’t wither.

My grandfather, when he saw them, said, “They seem geometric. They transmit serenity. It’s clear there’s been a soul behind making them.”

So, I thought that today, instead of expressing the state of my soul in 10,000 words, I’ll let these drawings silently convey whatever they have to convey.

If you connect with any of them and want it for yourself, write me back by replying to this email.

There’s not much more to say from here today. This time, there are no adventures, no dragons, no great revelations. Today, there are flowers, family, friends, night walks with my dog, and rest.