Quite recently, a new friend invited me to a class I had already considered attending. It was held at the local library by a "writer in residence" -- I really could write a lengthy essay about it, as it was quite exciting and worth contemplating. But I won't do it today. It is too beautiful out and there is too much to do. Tomorrow, I have a workshop with Music Together. -- Both classes should serve me with the church preschool, let's just say that.
Here is a picture I drew of my collage of stones, shells and beads for "mucking about" class. It is a present for Sam. Humble, I know. But he is not a despiser of humble presents. It revealed to me a "borderland", in the spirit of Hyde. We see how all the treasures and discoveries are at the border between the land and the ocean: the starfish, the sand dollar, the button with the anchor, the shells: where the raging waves meet the stable land, etc. It was supposed to be an exercise to get writing juices moving, though we did no writing, that time.
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