Yes, I’m definitely writing. I expect to finish this book on Friday–I can hardly believe it.
I’ve been using my spare time, recently at least, to work in my art journal. Unlike my written journal, it’s not private, and I hope to post some pictures of it soon, with help from Jenni, who is in charge of such things. I get on these artistic kicks, and right now, I’m into making something I call “prayer pockets”. I bought some coin envelopes at the office supply store on Saturday, ran them through a dry embossing machine, which impresses a three-D design into the paper, and painted them with watercolors. (That’s my other current fascination: watercolor. I love it because my pages don’t stick together like they do with acrylics.) I collaged images onto some of them, and glued them into my journal. I will slip little notes to God into them–hence, prayer pockets. I see this as a way of planting seeds–it will be fun to see what grows!
I’m listening to a book about Winston Churchill now–the title escapes me but I’ll look it up and post it right now–“Long Sunset” by Anthony Montague Browne, who was Churchill’s last private secretary. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Churchill is right up there with Lincoln and Washington in my personal book of heroes. The sheer brilliance of the late prime minister’s mind is reason enough to admire him, all by itself, but it’s his courage and toughness in the face of truly terrible events and obstacles that touches me most deeply. He was a bit rough around the edges–famously, he once put out one of his cigars in the remains of a meat pie–and it’s reported that he drank. A woman once remarked to him at dinner, with the sort of contempt only the British nobility has really mastered, “Sir, you are drunk.” To which he allegedly replied, “Madam, you are ugly. In the morning, I shall be sober.”
My friend and agent, Irene Goodman, brought me a small fridge magnet from London a year or so ago, being aware of my admiration for the man who stared down the Nazis, featuring W.C. and the quote, “Let us go forward, together.”
Here. here. Yes, times are tough and scary. Sometimes, it seems like the whole world is going to heck in a hand-basket.
Let us go forward, together.