Sunday, 3 May 2015
The company of women
This page went through many phases. At one point I drew leaves on it and painted red all around the leaves.
I hated it.
So out came the wet-wipes. It took five of them, but eventually the page was stripped back to something I felt I could work with.
But the wet-wipes had made some of the bits and pieces I'd glued on go soggy and start to peel. I gave them a little help, which left the surface looking slightly distressed, but I was okay with that.
Some doodling and printing and I was happy with the background.
But what was on my mind?
It was the eve of a retreat. I was going to be spending half a day with a group of women, only a few of whom I knew. Now, I don't know about you, but I find the company of other women comforting and terrifying in equal measure, especially when more than half of them are strangers to me. There is the whole comparison thing - which I try really hard not to do. But there is also comfort when a group of women start being vulnerable with each other and sharing those stories with which we can all identify; those stories of how we all fall short.
I had such a wonderful time with periods of silence and intense contemplation, and times of belly-laughing at our own shortcomings.
So, no matter how terrifying it can be in the beginning, the pursuit of community with other women is something to be embraced and treasured.