I am so very excited. I am participating in the Mondo Beyondo Dream Lab this fall. My life has really been changing in so many ways and I am looking forward to this chance to play and dream a bit. I have been a long time fan of Andrea Scher and I think this class is really coming at a wonderful time for me.
I am not sure what to expect, but I am sure looking forward to finding out. It starts on Monday! Woot!
Looking back through Flickr I found this and I wanted to share it again….
I have at least four boxes of journals that I recently moved with me to North Carolina. I have traveled with some of them as long as twenty years. They have gone everywhere with me excepting the year that I was in London- for that adventure they stayed in my mother’s shed.They are heavy and every time that I go to move them I wonder should I just burn them all? I can’t imagine just throwing them away… but what I can picture is a bonfire of sorts with the last twenty some years going up in flames.
So this time was in fact no different… I looked at them and thought… what if… but I moved them and now they are here with me in another house and I am looking at them wondering how long I will continue to cart them around. The flames are enticing.
Every now and then I look through them paging through distant lifetimes and memorabilia and during those times I often have mixed feelings about them. It is lovely to travel down that road… sometimes… but other times it simply drags me down with the weight of it all.
By nature I don’t like getting rid of things. I feel that I will come to regret the decision- so I cling to what I have. On the other hand the last several years have taught me to let go, but the journals are still around. How important is it to collect these memories? My rambling words, letters and cards from people who have come in and out of my life… how important is it to keep them in a tangible, touchable form?
For now, I don’t have an answer… so with all my other baggage I suppose that I will continue to cart them around.
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Today is warm and I am reminded of one of the few things I love about south Georgia. There is a warm breeze and the day is lovely and blue.
And that is all that today needs to be.
blue shoes make me smile
So on Monday I am beginning the Feel Good Fast and I am getting very excited. It is not a fast- it is a cleansing and a realigning of how you eat and how you live day to day. I have eliminated animal products from my diet before and I slipped back into old habits; I am hoping that this will get me back on track.
This is my first post of the new year and with this I am also hoping to get back to focusing on what is important to me. It seems that I let so much of my time get slurped up by things that I do not actually like. So here is to savoring each beautiful moment. Treading lightly on the ground and taking time to celebrate each precious moment… even when- especially when I am walking towards where I want to be. Remember, I am not there yet and as long as I keep moving forward all is well.
I had so much fun this September Learning Something New Everyday with Shimelle. It really makes me look forward to working on a Christmas Journal with her again. Every time I take a class with Shimelle I do indeed learn something new- even when it is not the title of the course. So I finally finished putting my little album together with pictures and all and I am quite happy to share the results….
When I was five and in kindergarten I refused to finger paint- I asked the teacher if she had any q-tips… Freak much? Yes, I know- That was me at five… I have been working on correcting that problem…
I used to despise the color pink. I even wrote epic teenage poems to declare my hate of the color, but all that has changed… and quite happily so. It makes me quite giddy now… especially when I can find it existing in the wild…. or on my toes…. now, that is lovely.
I turned 32 while I was completing this journal. On this particular day I wrote- “Being 32 does not mean that I have anything figured out. I am merely more aware of all that I have yet to understand… which is so true really. I haven’t had it all figured out since I was 17- and that is ok- in fact it is good.
This is what I learned from the whole of this project… this and so much more really… but I learned that I need to stop and take time to enjoy my surroundings. There really is no excuse for doing anything other than this.
So this September I learned a lot and I was reminded that I need to pay attention everyday- for the beauty and the wonder and the new is there… but you have to seek it out- you have to acknowledge it and I can not dare afford to let it slip by unnoticed. Thank you Shimelle, as always I have learned something new from you. I look forward to doing that for years to some.
i step up to the morning
as if i were stepping up to the plate, but
i have never been good at sports
been good at some things, but i don’t
quite remember them now
so i step up to the morning- i will begin either way
i will remember i will
and still i will go barefoot
and i will make a space and a time
to howl
at the moon-
for what else is life good for if not for
this
I learned my largest lesson of the week today and that is that I need to play like this (i.e. with paints and brushes and words) everyday. Why do I forget this? Why do I think that I don’t have time for this? This is something I must do. I wrote earlier this week about feeling out of sorts- this puts it into perspective… is it amazing, no- are people rushing to hang it on their walls, no- is that why I do it, no…. PLAY- all the rest is nonsense. Truly.
jen h mont 