You Think You Know Me- Some thoughts on the Creative Process

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When I have started on my angry pages I began to see what was missing from my sad pages. I mentioned before that they did not feel quite done. I think I realize why- now… Some of these moods go together for me. Though, I am not finished with the pages yet (I may in fact be one of those people working on this for quite awhile) I can start to see how I want them to go together. Sadness slowly transforming into anger… then to fear….into stress and then I believe somewhere in there creativity, curiosity, and braininess will pull me out out of it… and then the cycle can begin again…. It isn’t a complete thought yet, but it is forming and putting itself together in my head.

I am horrible at taking pictures of myself and I have been using not easy way at my house to print pictures as an excuse… but I have been leaving spaces for me in there. It is truly coming along, but not in the almost done check that off my list kind of way… much more in the way of seeing it all come together kind of way.

This class has made me look closely at the moods in ways that I had not before. This is odd for me because since I tend to analyze things a lot… I would think that I had a fairly strong handle on what sadness, happiness, fear…. etc… mean and look like to me, but that is why I love these classes…. because just when you go and think something like that… you are pushed and stretched in a different direction and you realize, no… no you had not thought of it that way before. So thank you for that. Thank you Shimelle- for everything- and thank you everyone else for sharing their journey.

To be continued….

Jen

You Think You Know Me- Sad

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Sad was a hard mood for me to want to deal with in this class. I have put here some of my attempts to deal with it, but I don’t mind saying that I don’t think that I am finished with this prompt yet… there is more to say, but it is just not at the surface yet. I can feel it bubbling though… and I do believe that it will sure… in a good cathartic way though… nothing horrible. Well for now this is what I have done…..
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You Think You Know Me- Happy

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I had much fun putting together my happy response for the You Think You Know Me Class. It is amazing to me how powerful it can be to focus on the positive. I found myself happy- simply putting this together. Focusing and thinking about the things that make me happy. I must admit that feeling made me a little nervous for what the rest of the prompts might bring, but I suppose I can always go back to happy… Thanks for looking….
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Good Times

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I can’t think of a better way of ringing in the first official day of half-term break… Lovely friends over for food and wine and such. It doesn’t get better than this. Our lovely guests brought of a bottle of wine and attached was the lovely card that you see above. Jon has labeled this the first Chafford Hundred Geek Dinner. Much fun was had.

You Think You Know Me Cover and Introduction

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So Shimelle’s class has been going on for a bit now… but I am just now getting to posting some of it online. This is my introduction picture and the cover of my journal. I had a lot of fun with the cover, but not so much with the picture … I tend not to like pictures of me. I didn’t quite realize how much until I tried to avoid putting my picture up. So here is the picture and cover. I am loving this class so far. It is stretching and pulling me in many directions and though it is not always comfy it generally feels good… much like exercise feels good after a long break away from it… not that I would know much about that… I tend to stick with the long breaks…. so anyway…. thanks for looking.

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Half Term Break, Knitting Astrology, and Stuff and Such

The September eclipses will shake up your finances, Virgo, and I mean in a good way. No, really– don’t panic. Your cash flow looks red hot, so why noy splurge on that that giant plasma TV screen you’ve been lusting after? To celebrate the purchase, knit a trippy flourescent remote control pouch so you’ll never lose the clicker again– and make it pink so your boyfriend will be too embaressed to steal it. Just for amusement, knit a cute sculptural set of old timey antennae to perch on top of the tube. Get inspiration from the reruns of My Favorite Martian. Reality-check tip: Develop a sense of humour. Knitting is more than sweaters and socks.
k.1 knitstrology from vogue knitting september 2006

Clearly, I got this too late, but I must say that it made me laugh out loud… for what arrived this week at our house, but that new plasma tv that we have been lusting after. But clearly they don’t know Jon… for he will get the remote even if it is covered in bright pink. Not that I care all that much.

So, it is the beginning of my first half-term break. I am so excited and truly love a break in October. I am already spoiled by it… for I was counting down the minutes and passing notes by the end of the day. Setting an excellent example. Doing quite well actually and looking forward to a bit of a break and some time to play with Shimelle’s class, You Think You Know Me. WooHoo…. and of course some time to knit… and maybe I won’t work on socks or sweaters… maybe 🙂

The Week in Review

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For one reason or another this week left me feeling completely out of sorts. As a teacher, every now and then, I have the- Now why am I doing this thought?- In my mind it is because I deal with teenagers and so often they truly don’t want to be there- at all. Sometimes, I suppose, I agree with them. This past week had several moments like this. So, by Friday afternoon I was left with a feeling that I needed to hibernate and recuperate… I also brought papers home to grade (not quite sure how that went along with anything). So I have done just that… some hibernation and some refueling (managing to completely ignore the exercise books… well, almost completely).

Yesterday I relaxed most of the morning. I read, wrote in my journal, worked on a knitting project. Twas lovely indeed. By late afternoon Jon and I decided to leave the house. It started out as a little jaunt to the mall idea, but by the end of it we were on the train to London… why simply go to the mall when you could go wander around London. We couldn’t think of a good reason… so we went. We had such a lovely time. With no agenda or plan we wandered. We wandered in Soho, the Convent Garden area, and by the end of the evening we ended up by the Thames near the Tate Modern Gallery.

It was gorgeous and the night was perfect. It has begun to get cooler, but still a light sweater and a scarf kept me quite warm. We went to Foyle’s book store and looked and looked at books. We each picked out a couple to take with us… love books:) … and then we wandered on… strolling along the river walk. We had never been this way before so it was all new to us and so very beautiful.

We then wandered past the Tate Modern. It was still open so we went inside. We got to see the new slide installation. Jon took some lovely pictures of it. Much fun was had. We continued our stroll and eventually wandered home.

So today I feel recharged. I slept in today and the only thing I have accomplished this morning is making and drinking coffee. Lovely. I don’t think that I will be looking at those exercise books today…

Perhaps I will move onto drinking tea at some point, play with the new class that I am taking, and if I am feeling brave I may work on turning my first heel ( I am working on my first pair of socks… in fact I have been for months now)… We shall see.

Have a good Sunday!

"Songs of the Universal" and Wings in the Clouds

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One should not try to read Camus on a school night… and that is all I have to say about that. Walt Whitman on the other hand can be quite like flight.

“Songs of the Universal”



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Come said the Muse,

Sing me a song no poet has yet chanted,

Sing me the Universal.



In this broad earth of ours,

Amid the measureless grossness and slag,

Enclosed and safe within its central heart,

Nestles the seed perfection.



By every life a share or more or less,

None born but it is born, conceal’d or unconceal’d


the seed is waiting.



Walt Whitman