It always comes back to the journal.
This is where I bring all my questions, celebrations, depressions and boredom.
With a pen in hand, coffee nearby, relaxed and receptive, gifts arrive.
Sometimes it's just about the fun of pasting, doodling, playing in color.
Sometimes it's about time to fill while I should be doing other things. Dreaming of adventures. Lots of dreaming.
All I know is that it is a part of what I need to feel whole and hopeful.
It helps me gather myself in and give myself the gift of time and solitude.
I've heard from my friend the incredibly gifted art teacher that I get to spend time in the classroom showing this year's crop of high school kids how to make books. I love the classroom; any classroom. Eager minds, clean slates, and OMG their beauty of which they are mostly unaware. It fills me with awe to spend time with them, to tempt them to acquire the lifetime habit of journaling. Something bright on my horizon, a happy feeling!