Day Seven

Nearly there.

Yesterday I got out the glue stick, scissors and the newest of the many black bound journals with smooth blank pages.  I unloaded the sheets of images cut from magazines.  I removed any with text --for another time.  I set to work.

Chairs.  This current journal is filled with chairs.  The wall across from the table (where I pin images to the drywall) chairs. The newer images -pairs of chairs. And last night I pulled out the previous journal to read (as I am allowed to read my own words and thoughts) there it was on the first page of the journal.

"I had three chairs in my house:  one for Solitude, two for Friendship and three for Society"

At the beginning of this new journal -and I put some images on the blog posts--it was just the One Single Chair.  But the newest images, the past few weeks, it has been Two Chairs.  Often facing each other.  I have one such image on the wall.  I have been looking at it for long stretches of Time this week.  Thinking about something I wrote in an old journal about chairs.

That older journal I pulled off the shelf to read.  The blog started taking more and more of my Time and Energy and that last journal isn't even finished.  And it covers three and perhaps even with this year, four years.  I read and then filled in some spaces on two pages.  Updating other pages with the "rest of the story" as Paul Harvey would say on his radio programs.

Three seasons of gardening and canning.  Successes and failures in diets.  Recipes I have searched for in the recipe card file.  Which was where I write and store them now.  Before...they were written into the journal pages. Counts of produce coming out of the garden--so much--and the jars and jars of pickles I was canning.  And the figs.  The first two years and the bounty of figs.  The blueberries.  Bowls and bowls of blueberries.  Last year the birds ate them all.  I had failed to put up the cloth. Failed to "set my flag" as Grace noted.  And the original recipe for the peach raw cashew smoothies.  Not too many blueberries.

Last year there was no garden.  Only the Earth Boxes on the driveway.  No bounty of zucchini for pickles.  No blueberries.

I had given up.  I had let go of what was most important and brought so much Joy into my Life.  My garden.  I had chosen instead the television and "breaking news" and I had also chosen the internet. I had chosen "media".  And given up the quiet slow days of the garden.  When nothing happened for days and weeks and then suddenly.......everything happened at one.

Week Four.  One Chair.   Tomorrow.  Two and Three chairs.