“There is a natural expansion that takes place as we explore ourselves. It often means learning new languages to express the new insights. We reach outside our self-concepts, are stranded in this no-man’s-land, until we find another way to describe this new part of the journey.”
Deborah DeWit Marchant from Traveling Light
How do we know where we are going unless we know where we have been? For years I have kept a journal, but this was one of my favorites. It contained and describes in pictures and words the essence of my creative dreams. At the time that I kept it I was working at a mind-deadening, soul-wrenching job, and it allowed me an escape from this robotic life.
On my days off I would experiment and play with dyeing fabrics, so when I made a hat or blouse or skirt I could imbue the design with emotion or beauty or maybe even a little poetry. It was a subtle gesture, but powerful to me.
I had been nurturing this dream to design hats and unique articles of clothing, and I wrote a small booklet on how this would be…the colors, the one-of-a-kind pieces, the inspiration…the pipe dream.
Searching for a place to land as we all are doing in this creative space. It is so nice to share and be part of this exploration.
I do journaling as well. It has helped me immensely to get through some very difficult times. But I find that doing the blogging has made me use my creativity more and the need to express discontent has been lessened. Sort of like a good anti-depressant, you know zoloft, valium. and then there is blogging.
I like the humor. I think this is very true, and what a feast it is to go grazing around and visiting all the wonderful blogs.
My blog has really become my journal. I love that I can connect things in this format.
You have a very readable, interesting, and fun blog, and I love to go there and visit.
I think this is what I have started doing even though at times I feel a little vulnerable.
The vulnerability thing is the thing that gets me. When I started blogging it was just to show the world my work not my heart but somewhere along the way it changed.
I used to love Journaling and did The Artist’s Way for years but somehow have lost the urge to journal. Maybe it’s time to go back and set some goals.
Thank you for your very kind words about my craft show blues, feeling much better today!
i am impressed with the amount of writing on these pages.
I guess it was a place to let go. Actually this journal has more pictures than any of my other ones. I am not as diligent about entries as I used to be partly due to the internet and probably now blogging too.