It has writ, glued, torn, stamped and doodled. My conumdrum is that I dont like to attach as many bulky layers as my heros do (a little anal, that) and that the release I get from doing my morning pages comes more in the form of writing than it does from the visual side.
My recent pages have been halfhearted in the visual department. It really is true that I'm still not back in balance from the shutting down that the holidays force on me. It is hard to get going again although I try to gentle myself into action by doing a little each day.
Winter just has a different vibe to it than summer does. Right now I am envying people who winter below the equator. Imagine never having to hear the wind howl for a year. That's for me!
Plus I get more introspective and slow in the winter. And Hermanito! Oh my! He totters about, sees poorly, sleeps all day cuddled up next to the woodstove and only reluctantly spends a few moments outside. I keep telling him to persevere; that spring will be here before we know it. And yes, there was a tornado across the river from Stumptown at noon today. So I sat entranced in front of the telly watching that as the clouds rolled dramatically overhead. Happily, no one was injured but a number of houses lost roofs and trees were snapped off.
Yeeks! Nature's trying to kill us!