And … I’m taking this opportunity to jump back into the fray of journaling and blogging.
This Roz Stendahl’s brilliant idea and the image will link you to a page of information and faqs about International Fake Journal Month. There is a Facebook page too so you can share and enjoy the cameraderie.
Also it’s Blogging A-Z month / challenge. So each day (except Sundays) I’ll try to post with themes from the alphabet.
Since my character for the Fake Journal is Hazel May, a recently widowed, live-in domestic she will combine the alphabetic themes in her journal and I will post her journal as my blog with some small commentary.
Whew! Sounds challenging.
And to top that off, Sketchbook Skool begins the next series “Stretching” so … that will be part of it too.
And lastly I’m facilitating a “wordscapes” circle over the next few weeks.
I’ll be busy and hopefully stretch myself which is just what I need after this winter.
Photo Credit: Jeff Suchak
Right on cue the sun has reappeared in the Owen Sound sky. Tomorrow we gather at Heartwood Home to play, to laugh, to connect. I am sooo ready for this. Thanks to Teesha Moore and Carla Sonheim for sharing their talents which inspired me to stretch and grow my creativity…
We’ll take our glossy “junk mail” … gesso it, paint it, buff it and…
and wind up two weeks from now with this!
If you live in Grey/Bruce … we hope you’ll join us.
To see how go here
The Cereal Box JournalPresentation
Sorry, you’ll need to have Powerpoint on your computer…
and you may need to “enable editing” to view it properly.
I think I need a videographer who’ll work on a barter system…
Hope 2015 is wonderful for you.
It’s been a week since I journalled … until this morning. Now for some, and for me at other times in my life, this would be no news, a big yawn, a so what kind of revelation. But I am a transformative language coach. In other words, I assist people to become mindful through expressing themselves … often through words, but just as often through a combination of words and images.
You might think I’d feel awful confessing this. You might and I am surprised that this has happened, but I am not contrite or apologetic here. I am just noticing this. I am not even trying to explain it to you or – more astonishingly – to me.
What I have been able to do in this week’s time and space is to halfway finish a pair of socks (winter is breathing down our necks here in this neck of the woods), finish a book (the making of, not the reading of) for my 16 year-old grandson, finish 4 mini-albums, draw in my sketchbook daily and get up early every morning to do yoga and meditate. And yet as I say this I realize that I am not in that space called driven doing. I am doing but I am also noticing, paying attention.
It is a puzzle that my journal has rarely beckoned to me and that I have even more rarely acknowledged that beckoning, but for the moment I am just noticing.
I suppose the only reason I am able to even share this is that I did in fact share some time writing in my journal and plan to do more journal time this weekend when we venture up the Bruce Peninsula for some very grateful together time.
It is Canadian Thanksgiving weekend and though I don’t celebrate the official holiday, there’s never a moment not to be grateful from the soles of my feet to the crown of my head.
These few words are more an invitation to you to practice self-compassion and to be grateful for this present moment … knowing that you are precious and perfect (with much room for improvement as many of our beloved teachers tell us) and that this moment is all we have. Time is fleeting…relish every moment!