I have big plans for the winter. Every day I chip away a little more at all that I want to accomplish. Of course as I do one thing nine others pop up wanting attention. But little by little. Caught up my taxes in the last 2 days. Just doing that much gave me such a lift. And thank goodness for friends who write and visit and lighten the load.
Of course my journal keeps me entertained as I wade through the ups and downs; it is my friendly companion who accepts all my opinions and experiments. I do a little here and there as I go about the day. Eventually a page is filled.
I think maybe I should draw more. I love the found juxtaposed images so much in my journal - representing as they do the random, disconnected thoughts that fill my mind. But drawing, painting, photography. All of those mediums call on a different part of my psyche. I need them all to express so much, so many big emotions.
Katie sent these photographs to me this morning; she had the foresight to get photos of the journal we both worked in at Journalfest. If you don't know about the 1000 Journal Project you can research it and see the film; the journal first floated into Katie's hands and from hers into mine.
Number 381. Wow. I'm so honored. It's like saying, "I was here. I existed for a moment. I too loved my life, breathed and passed this way".
Here I am, finishing up my page. I think I did my spread in under 5 minutes. No matter. More time doesn't always mean a better outcome.