No matter the form, it’s the thought that counts
When I pack my husband’s lunch, I often include a love note. Usually it’s written on whatever scratch pad is handy.
Lately though, I’ve been using paint chips. What I mean are those sample color cards you get in the paint department to see how a tint will look on your wall (or whatever you’re painting).
On one of the first cards I drew an actual “love note” on the front.
I noticed on the flip side a descriptive paragraph and thought “blackout poetry” — where you use a pen to black out sections of text and leave words exposed to form a “poem” or message.
The results were more nonsensical than poetic, but the imagination and brain muscles it took to pull those words to form something that made even a little sense, was strenuous and exhilarating.
And maybe that’s the point of the exercise.
To see things that aren’t there. To shape a new story. Find a new meaning. And have a little fun.
All you need is some text, a pen, and imagination.