The cover is what sent me to the bookstore, but page 17 is why i paid for it.
Voskamp describes her church, “here I remember Love and the Cross and a Body, and I am grafted in and held and made whole”.
I’m on page 49 and have cried three times…. so far.
It seems she is learning to be thankful
for the little things,
she begins a list.
She writes, “37. Windmills droning in day’s last breeze
54. Moonlight on pillows […].”
I have soft rolling lumps in my throat that happen in lieu of tears…until the tears just come.
I have to do a little weeding in the flower beds today while the trees shade the entire yard.
Contemplate what I’ve read thus far.
Pray and then meditate. (aka talk and then just listen)
Then journal….what I’m reading, what I’m seeing…and hearing.
I’m seeing a little gecko chillin in the shade of my Japanese maple, bees checking out my lamb’s ear, white butterflies jacked up on high calorie nectar, the african iris blooms that bob up and down in the breeze, my dog napping on the cool grass.
it’s the little things.
First, gesso, then a wash of green water color and splatters on top. The fern, green ephemera, paper lace. I paint a dogwood blossom, cut it out, paste it in. Add a frame of brown paper. Another little frame and the dragonfly….don’t dragonflies always seem to be the embellishment on the scene? The rabbit was cut from a greeting card from QueeanbeeDoralea. (credit: Silin-Palmer).
Still meditating while gluing, cutting. Better than doodling or staring into space I guess. Coffee got cold.
Time to go. Errands to run. Break is over.
Tomorrow, a list for me? 1000 things? That’s a lot of things…..hmmm…I don’t know where this book will take me, but right now I want to start a list.