Here we are 25% into 2015: the year in which I named joy as my companion for this trip around the sun. The challenge so far has been connecting these three simple letters and reconciling how to honor life with a joyful heart… when some terrible situations have unfurled themselves into the lives of people I adore.
My heart and soul have been out of orbit, endlessly spinning to solve the equation of how joy and sorrow can sit on the same shelf? It seems as soon as happiness “wins” something goes awry reminding me that worry and sadness lurk in the cracks. It is an unapologetic and relentless twist; perhaps demonstrating the endless intertwined connection of light and dark. No wonder a new word (to me) has been popping up in recent weeks: conflate.
CONFLATE. transitive verb. 1. a: to bring together : fuse. 2: to combine (two) into a composite whole.
The last book I read was Anne Lamott’s Handbook on Meaning, Hope & Repair, cleverly named Stitches. It’s message is rooted in recapturing joy after loss and locating our authentic identities in chaos by “collecting the ripped shreds of our emotional and spiritual fabric and sewing them back together, one stitch at a time.”
Tonight I connected with the teens over a couple dozen eggs, acrylic paint, Tim Holtz pressure-sensitive transfer words and other embellishments. I fell in love with the ease of using these eggs (a Walmart find: empty white egg shells apparently manufactured for crafty purposes). We applied paint (diluted with water) with sponge brushes. Once dry we added the Tim Holtz words creating intention eggs!