The word "limbo" kept cropping up while swimming gentle laps at the pool in Malyn’s condominium complex. The breath-stroke-breath rhythm gave me something steady to focus on instead of the thoughts crowding my mind. The sound of being underwater brought a sense of inner calm. It also opened up space, energy, and motivation to create art.
My siblings and I caught colds and coughs from shuffling between the intense outdoor heat and air-conditioned indoor spaces, compounded by lack of sleep and the stress of five weeks in limbo. I was the last to get sick. While resting on the couch these past few days, I made a list of words conjuring a metaphorical connection to limbo, hoping to jumpstart a collage session.
ocean
balloons
butterfly
bubbles
paper
float
sky
swimming pool
underwater
suspend
transition
witness
undeciphered
Fresh from a somewhat good night’s sleep, I opened my laptop early this morning and re-read the list. My first attempts were dismal, persisting until I felt a momentum coming. I was finishing up when Ate Marica surfaced from her room to fix breakfast. Between chats with her and Malyn at the dining table, I completed these two assemblages.
Hope you feel better soon! 💕
Beautiful collages! It's funny how our brains are always creating, whether or not we notice