I look around me. I read a story about apricots in Paris, by my mentor, Eric Maisel, through his book, A Writer's Paris. He recounts how he finds himself in a fruit stall choosing apricots, following the lead of a savvy woman who is picking out the good ones from the green ones, the hard ones, the rotten ones. The vendor gestures for her to stop; he can't afford to sell at such good prices, if she only chooses the good.
Maisel stops choosing and just scoops up his apricots for purchase. He captures a metaphor. He likens the scooping to writing and creating:
"In order to create, you must take the bad with the good. You are bound to write many bad paragraphs along with the good ones. That is the eternal law. You can get rid of those bad paragraphs later, but first you must write them. Otherwise you won't write anything."
But I watch a video, and I am inspired to keep them.
To reuse, to revisit and to repurpose them. To savor the grief.
I let the handwritten messages and handpicked words massage my deadened heart. I will make good out of the bad.
I follow the lead of YouTube artist, jennibellie, who demonstrates how to make an art journal out of greeting cards.