Small Shakespeare Drawing and Collage
Already he was beginning to get that old familiar feeling of being emptied out each day, yet ready to return to his task with renewed energy every morning.
Ernest Hemingway: A Life Story, by Carlos Baker
This Monday morning was an excellent return to the good feelings I have known before. With only two full days remaining to complete the first semester of summer school, the averages solid enough that no student fears failing, and the curriculum of English literature now anchored firmly in the Puritan and Enlightenment eras of the 17th-18th centuries, my head was spinning with ideas long before I left the house before first light this morning. I knew before the first student entered the room that there would be good moments to share with Shakespeare, Milton, Bunyan and Pepys. As students worked on their vocabulary sheets, I dashed off this small collage of Shakespeare and wrote in my journal.
The better days of my life are given to the description of Hemingway above–waking to a mind surging with ideas, and then spending the day stitching up as many of them as possible before turning out the light at the end of the night.
There was never any more inception than there is now,
Nor any more youth or age than there is now,
And will never be any more perfection than there is now,
Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.
Urge and urge and urge,
Always the procreant urge of the world.
Walt Whitman, “Song of Myself”
I love the diversity of this day, and that there are still quite a number of hours left before time to sleep. I have a pair of small watercolors awaiting my attention and several good books open in my reading chair, and an open journal at my writing desk. The muses are stirring.
Thanks for reading.
I paint in order to remember.
I journal when I feel alone.
I blog to remind myself that I am not alone.