In the mask making workshop, we teamed up and applied strips of gauze and plaster of Paris (like they use for cast to set broken bones) to one another’s face. Of course we applied petroleum jelly to the face before we applied the bandages. After the masks had hardened and were removed, we sat in a circle and talked about what we saw inside and outside our mask and what we thought it meant. I won’t go into detail, but I did learn I do, at times, wear a mask. And that it is okay as long as I take it off sometimes and acknowledge my feelings.
Like Ms. Strouse, I have found my craft studio and also my garden to be my sanctuaries.
Another workshop provided a lot of fodder for thought. Mitch Carmody, author of Letters to my Son, spoke about signs from loved ones that have died that indicate their spirit is still among us. I left the workshop thinking it was plausible, but still somewhat skeptic. I decided to sit in on a sharing group, Winks and Signs from the Other Side. The room was overflowing with folks wanting to share, so another room had to be opened with another facilitator. After hearing numerous accounts, well let’s say I’m not so much of a skeptic. (In fact I had two winks over the weekend.) I think I may start an art journal to record my winks.