As I was sewing up my Remains of the Day journal, I decided to stitch up another cereal box journal. I had a Kashi box available, so pieced together some collage for the covers… …laid it down on the sewing machine and voila a new journal. Well I also sewed in a signature of pages,… … Continue Reading
This past weekend I had the pleasure of returning to the sweet little community of Port Townsend, Washington for Teesha and Tracy Moore's PLAY journaling retreat. Less class and more work time, about 40 journalers gathered at Fort Worden on the upper floor of one of the old barrack buildings to create and connect. This was … Continue Reading
The wheels are spinning…the little hamster wheel in my brain and the sewing machine's fly wheel..I'm taking Mary Ann Moss's wonderful online class, The Remains of the Day . Looking for something to brighten these dreary January days and long, dark evenings? THIS is the ticket. Sewing machine required, but very rudimentary skills. As Mary Ann says, … Continue Reading
I've joined in to Crusade No. 30 created by the lovely and talented Michelle Ward. This crusade asked all the journalers out there who want to play, to show and tell how they use writing in their visual journals. I don't always have a lot of writing on my journal pages. Sometimes just a word or two. … Continue Reading
Here's a new journal page for this week. It's been busy around here. Teaching. Looking for a new house. Playing catch up. Speaking to a group of freshmen at the University of Colorado for my friend, Sue, the career whisperer. But I had one day at home and escaped to the studio for a little journaling … Continue Reading
I am heading out for the PLAY journaling retreat in Port Townsend tomorrow. I'll be off-line for a few days journaling my heart out in one of my favorite places on earth. So I leave you with a couple of my latest journal pages. I am just surrounding this man with lots of protective light … Continue Reading
The Buddha's Last Instruction "Make of yourself a light,"said the Buddha,before he died.I think of this every morningas the east beginsto tear off its many cloudsof darkness, to send up the firstsignal – a white fanstreaked with pink and violet,even green.An old man, he lay down between two sala treesand he might have said anything,knowing it was his final hour.The light burns upward,it thickens and settles over the fields.Around him, the villagers gatheredand stretched forward to listen.Even before the sun itselfhangs, disattached, in the blue air,I am touched everywhereby its ocean of yellow waves.No doubt he thought of everythingthat had happened in his difficult life.And then I feel the sun itselfas it blazes over the hills,like a million flowers on fire - clearly I'm not needed,yet I feel myself turninginto something of inexplicable value.Slowly, beneath the branches,he raised his head.He looked into the faces of that frightened crowd. Mary Oliver
A new journal page from my class yesterday. Yes, I was teaching but I have decided to do my student's work assignments as a way of continuing to teach myself. The class went really well and I had positive feedback from my 2 wonderful students. Their first journal page assignment, in their brand spanking new … Continue Reading
Whew! It's been a week around here. Tenth and fifth grade started in my house this week and I've been all about car pool schedules, re-ordering chemistry books, sack lunches and lost shoes. I'll be glad when we all get back in the groove. Thank god we have a 3 day weekend to recover … Continue Reading
I am having a hard time wrapping my brain around sharing our trip to Japan in a blog format. We travelled for 2 weeks, went to 5 different locations and I took 865 pictures – edited. So I’ve decided to share some pages from my travel journal and then go a little deeper into each … Continue Reading