So, the great office reorganization project took quite a bit longer than expected. However, I now have two small bins full of collagable ephemera just waiting for scissors, glue, and a bit of time. And, as you know from yesterday’s update, I have a decent-sized work surface on which to work when the mood strikes.
Going through the random scraps of paper, ticket stubs, maps, letters, notes, cards, little drawings, journals, and all manner of other bits and pieces did leave me feeling a deep sense of gratitude for the life I’ve managed to live so far. My parents are certainly to blame (thank) as their wanderlust and endless search for whatever they believed awaited them at the end of the rainbow has certainly shaped the way I’ve hurtled through my own life.
One of the things I came across was a poem I wrote after coming back from the 2017 Camino with Dad and my daughter, Dani. Of course I started fiddling with it immediately, moving stuff around, erasing, changing, adding… But the essence of the message was ok, I think. Given the current graphic novel project, I think I’ll have a go at breaking it up and providing some kind of visual accompaniement to the text. That may not happen tomorrow (Tuesdays are my Sundays and I try not to spend too much time at the computer and more time doing things like going climbing or out to a movie with my one-and-only). Be warned, if I’m ever likely to miss a day, it will probably be a Tuesday.
That’s all I’ve got for this evening - I’m bagged. But my gears are turning, so come back and see what happens when I start digging into the treasures I unearthed over the past couple of days of sorting, culling, tossing, and organizing.