A Nest in the Tree Outside The Altered Attic
The quote I chose this week, by Henry Wordsworth Longfellow, resonates with meaning. Birds and nests populate collage and altered art in abundance; if you read the trade mags, the trend may be shifting to an as-yet identified new icon. I suppose it was Longfellow's way of saying the early bird gets the worm, that seasons change and life is progress, so keep pace. The idea that last year's nest is still hanging around, instead of having been plucked for use in an assemblage is an indicator of slower-than-desired progress. Spring is a magnificent spectacle; unfortunately, for those of us with auto-immune disorders, it can also be flare time - fog, nausea, malaise, joint swelling and pain. Yes, I find myself well behind where I wish to be and I am not one bit happy about it - why do they refer to me as a patient at the rheumatologist's office? A peek inside the nest might even reveal eggs, latent, oval and speckled, symbolic for one who is late to hatch, slow to bloom. I