Before the retreat: We were instructed to bring old magazines to the retreat, to cut up and use. So I hauled some National Geographics from 1990 out of the attic. My husband looked at them suspiciously and said, “What are you doing with all those old magazines?” I said, “I’m taking them to the retreat, and I will not be bringing them back home.” He cheered up and said, “Oh! Is there anything else you can take to the retreat and not bring back?!”
During the retreat: And here is what we did with the magazines at the retreat.
It was either a “vision board” or else a “stuff I like” board. When making it, I was rather unfocussed. Plus it’s hard to find stuff about God and faith in the magazines we had available. Mine ended up as a mish-mash of things I like now, such as soup and cookies, and things that are unattainable goals, such as being clutter-free and saving the planet. Not deeply spiritual, but to me, God is behind, in, and through every part of my life. There is something heaven-like about a bowl of hot soup or a good pie or a story or a restful night of sleep. The retreat was full of affirmation, which is a privilege and a blessing and a necessity.
We were instructed to bring our favorite photo of ourselves, and that is the photo in the middle of my collage. I am the one with the red beard.
For the object representing me as a work of art I brought… Einstein, of course! He’s my muse when I am attempting to write about science. He enjoyed getting out of the house, although perhaps he didn't dress warmly enough.
|Einstein thinking about making a Linus Blanket|
|Einstein at the Table of Temptation|
|Einstein, posing in front of somebody else's very|
artistic vision board
We painted these mason jars with some sort of glass stain. I tried to get artsy-fartsy with mine, making strategic drips, but it only ended up looking, well, drippy. Still, it makes a pleasant glow.
After the retreat: We drove home in a snowstorm Sunday afternoon. I was driving, and dropped my two friends off, sliding the whole way around town. I said the word “Crap” and other more interesting synonyms numerous times before finally getting home, exhausted. It was a harsh re-entry. I want to reschedule next year’s retreat for March instead of January.
|This was BEFORE it snowed on Saturday, and|
again on Sunday.