Inspiration -- day 3

So day one, I was struck by the beauty of some yellow beets and organic squash. I took photos, painted a bit with watercolor and carved an eraser stamp of a beet.
Day two, I assembled various scans, prints, and paintings into a collage palette. I started playing with layout, and printed some more bits and pieces to make a collage. My eye was caught by the pattern on a yoga tea box, and that got cut up, scanned, and printed on for the final page. and here we are at day 3, the finished product.
I included a favorite poem by Mary Oliver, talking about the courage to leave those inner voices of bad advice behind, and turn toward your own truth. Why beets and why a journey? I don't know, and I am not worried about convincing my brain it all makes sense. It doesn't really make sense, and that is actually the power and beauty of it all. Visual journaling is not usually about making sense. You just have to try it and see what emerges.
Somehow, this page pleases me, and makes me feel that Mary Oliver poem all the deeper. and that is what inspiration is all about.

The Journey
One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice --
though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles.
"Mend my life!" each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations,
though their melancholy was terrible.
It was already late enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen branches and stones.
But little by little, as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own,
that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world,
determined to do the only thing you could do --
determined to save the only life you could save.  
-- Mary Oliver