Purple Caterpillars

All journeys begin with a small step and today I have taken my first small step. Will this journey end as so many others have ended, prematurely and unsatisfactorily? For those who know me, my inability to commit to a project has long been a source of amusement.

The detritus remains, a small ceramic mouse who represents an interest in painting ceramics, a long purple caterpillar who was to have blossomed into an afghan, vials of aromatic oils reflect an interest in aromatherapy. Let us not forget the Tarot cards, the seed trays, and the sketchbooks.

By now you get the point. I am not,as they say, a finisher. However, there is one patient man who never fails to encourage me and it is in his honor that I begin once again.

Here's the thing, I can talk a mile a minute all day long, but, faced with a blank page, I don't have anything to say. O.k. I have lots to say, but, I am too damn lazy to type, proofread and spellcheck the feeble imaginings of my diminishing mind. It's amazing how unimportant things seem when so much effort is required to present them.

And what about my other tools, the tone and inflection of my voice, my body language, and hand gestures. Now this is where it gets really hard, the only tool in my kit is words. It's like being down to one crayon in the box.

Which leads to the memory of the day.
I used to eat crayons. They didn't taste good but I persevered. I believed each color would have it's own flavor and so I tried each one. I tried soap a couple of times, how could something in pastel pinks and whites that smelled so good not be just delicious? Don't bother if you haven't tried it. It will only lead to disappointment. Once I found a candy wafer that tasted like the host. That was scary and well just sinful.

Now paste was a treat, a generous dollop on a small torn square of math paper was heaven indeed. I have never encountered anything that tastes like paste. There is a flavor in wax lips that is reminiscent, but, only in a subtle teasing way. How come you never see paste listed in the Treats from the Past websites? I know I wasn't the only one. Dear God, please don't let me be the only one who ate paste. I feel odd enough as it is.

Perhaps I have shared enough for the present. Let those of you bold enough to hear more from a paste eating girl return another day. That is unless this blog goes the way of the purple caterpillar. Time will tell.