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What I Did Yesterday

If you saw the stacks of week old dirty dishes with fish residue sitting in the sink or the menagerie of student papers to be graded, fast food bags, and clothes I stripped off as I walked in the door last week, you might want to join my grandmother's club and ask me what I was thinking yesterday.

Yeah...I'm behind. So what?

Yesterday, my dear friend Katelyn hosted her second bi-annual Collaborative Arts Experiment to raise money for our local Arts in Healthcare program. I participated in March and had so much fun that I just HAD TO do it again. Even if it coincided with the start of a new graduate class and interim grades. It also interfered with football, but who's counting?

This time I was a little out of my element because I did not write or perform. My creation was finished before the show began. Our theme was interconnectivity and through a lot of discussion, we landed on the idea of creating a web with interconnected items attached to it. Along the way, we added a poem, some large drawings of eyes, and some photography. Some of my black and white abstract nature photos were contrasted with the beautiful traditional landscape photos of a fantastic local photographer.

I thought I'd share a few photos from the experience because I'm just so thrilled with the way it turned out. It was impossible to look at the scene and not smile. It just exuded happiness and merriment.


There were lots of laughs to be had by all throughout the afternoon and a few much needed conversations that my soul had craved. By the time we took the thing apart and returned all the pieces to their owners, it was late. I crawled into bed at an ungodly hour and woke this morning in a daze to face my day job.

But it was pure bliss, and in the words of my dear friend, Lawrence, we all need some bliss in our lives.

And you know what? The outfit I threw together this morning with the last stitch of clean clothing in my house was rather cute. And I felt beautiful for the first time in ages.

Comments

Christy said…
That Lawrence is sure a wise man ;)
I live the same way, though. It seems like, just when the pressures in my life are pushing the limits of what I can take, I find I absolutely must set them aside and feed myself. Otherwise, they will explode those boundaries and I will just crumble.

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