Last night, I got home earlier than I have any other night this week. I did some writing--a very small bit of writing. Once I could write a huge chunk of short story, if not the entire short story, in an hour or two. Now I feel lucky if I get a paragraph or two without feeling despair at not knowing how to write the story.
Next week we are hosting 2 camp counselors who are arriving to help our church lead Vacation Bible School. Last night I found out that I'll be feeding them 2 nights, which is fine. After all, when we agreed to host them, I assumed we might be feeding them dinner every night. This week, my dinners have been my favorite: wine, crackers, and cheese, which I feel O.K. about since I've been vigilant in portion control. But that won't do for camp counselors.
I've had some poblano peppers that I bought when I planned to make a mole sauce. They were on their last days, so I used the impending approach of camp counselors to make the sauce. Later, I stuck it in the freezer for next week.
I had planned to collage, but I was running out of time. I decided to go ahead and do it, just to see what would happen. A few weeks ago, I was cleaning out some shelves, and I found a lot of materials that we kept in anticipation of doing more collaging. I decided to throw away old calendars. But I kept the envelopes of images and words that I cut out and saved.
Last night, I decided that I didn't have to look through every envelope. I found an old Christmas card that I liked, and I decided it would form the anchor of my collage. I chose a few phrases, and a few other images. When I was sorting, I came across a stash of mat boards that we bought at a sale long ago. I decided on a purple mat board, even before I chose the images. I love how it all came together:
I do notice that I tend not to collage like other people. I have a lot of open space in my collages. If I like the original image, it's hard for me to add other things on the image. You'll notice that the Christmas card image is untouched, although I let things creep onto the white border. The lantern had the purple glass.
When I used the modge podge, the images wrinkled a bit, and the blob at the lower right of the Christmas card formed. I try to see it as part of the process, but my inner perfectionist is not happy.
If I look at this collage as a journaling exercise, it's clear to me what my soul is saying. I'm ready for Christmas! I'm also interested in more open spaces, in a different landscape. What do those turtles mean? Coming out of my shell or going in? Wishing my house was more portable?
I didn't spend more than 45 minutes on this project, but I found it immensely satisfying. Let me remember that for the future.
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