words found & curiousity

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The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper. ~W.B. Yeats

Believing in myself; loving myself to be-come … somehow that has ushered me into a new level of death, something I don’t remember experiencing before. Words found while journaling, letters I write to myself, and blurts of madness to those I trust move me through as my senses grow sharper. {more at secretrebelclub.com}

 

My Week #5 // living my rings {in color}

Week 5 post

… to resist my defaults; to honor the rituals of my days. To look for beauty when all I see are shadows and limits; when physically crippled by pain, to allow creativity to be my mobility. ~Secret Rebel Club post

This week-at-a-glance concluded with less detail work. Monday was busy-busy until my energy levels crashed. Paint was my refuse; I prepped my template page with collage and paint. And used small Post-its® for my daily To-Do’s. Continue reading

Day 27 // blue + Bluets

afternoon sky

2. And so I fell in love with a color—in this case, the color blue—as if falling under a spell, a spell I fought to stay under and get out from under, in turns. ~Maggie Nelson, Bluets

I am abiding with color for Art Every Day Month. Seeking out colors and patterns, light and contrasts each day during my walks.

variance

29. If a color cannot cure, can it at least incite hope? ~Maggie Nelson, Bluets

patterns

30. If a color could deliver hope, does it follow that it could also bring despair? ~Maggie Nelson, Bluets

evening sky

40. When I talk about color and hope, or color and despair, I am not talking about the red of a stoplight, a periwinkle line on the white felt oval of a pregnancy test, or a black sail strung from a ship’s mast. I am trying to talk about what blue means, or what it means to me, apart from meaning. ~Maggie Nelson, Bluets

full moon

156. Why is the sky blue? —A fair enough question, and one I have learned the answer to several times. Yet every time I try to explain it to someone or remember it to myself, it eludes me. Now I like to remember the question alone, as it reminds me that my mind is essentially a sieve, that I am mortal. ~Maggie Nelson, Bluets

morning sky

Art is not what you see, but what you make others see. ~Edgar Degas

This quotation cues various responses when I read it; when I posted it two weeks ago it meant “This is how I experienced the primary color of yellow, what do you see?”

Last week, these words felt more like, “My life is my art: how I experience maturation, chronic illness and exploring what is my Onward, my Next. What do you see?”

This week … I realize I have now chosen all three primary colors as a weekly focus, a color study; and it is my hope I have inspired you to see the simplest of noticing is a complete work art in and of itself, Braveheart.


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Art Every Day Month//fostering creativity. AEDM 2013 for me will be intentional time for color and art and observation. Honoring rhythms and doing whatever works + accepting my decisions & outcomes, without each choice standing trial or proving its worth. Today is Day 27 in my countdown of 100 Days // a promise to myself

 

Day 34 // now I become myself

red berries

Alive to the loving past / She conjures her own, nothing is wholly lost ~May Sarton

This post — written on a day that feels like a Day One of significant value and meaning — is a declaration. I am abiding with color for Art Every Day Month. Seeking out colors and patterns, light and contrasts each day during my walks. The vibrancy of reds seemed everywhere this past week; berries are ripening and appear almost neon in color, especially in the shadows of the afternoon.

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52 Weeks of Noting {collage and creative record} 21/52 card — she found herself

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You cannot let go of anything if you cannot notice that you are holding it. Admit your ‘weaknesses’ and watch them morph into your greatest strengths. ~Neale Donald Walsch

Living with MS, with {mostly} undetermined amounts of energy and focus is my admission; it has become my greatest strength in ways I never could have imagined regarding a fully realized creative life and layers of structure + light. Continue reading

Journaling My Dreams: unseen alignment, flight patterns and other paths in the direction of my dreams

09 patterns and alignments

Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love. ~Rainer Maria Rilke

What are ways you see things setting themselves into an alignment you didn’t notice before? Even I copy these syllables from the prompts from Day 2 of Elora Nicole’s 30 Days to Finding Your One Thing … my breath is shallow as my mind races with answers! I have been moving through a mind field of resolutions, conclusions and declarations regarding issues that have {periodically} haunted me for decades.

beauty does not linger

Beauty does not linger, it only visits. Yet beauty’s visitation affects us and invites us into its rhythm, it calls us to feel, think, and act beautifully in the world: to create and live a life that awakens the Beautiful. Beauty is a gentle but urgent call to awaken. ~John O’Donohue

Beauty does not linger … but it remains within the unseen alignments, like notes on a staff creating a musical composition. A melody that lingers in the heart once its harmonic tones are heard; it becomes “our song” … music notes we recognize — tempo {and volume} determined by our intention and focus.

09 melody

It is not because things are difficult that we do not dare; it is because we do not dare that they are difficult. ~Senaca

As color and doodles and syllables spread over journal pages this week, the core of my angst and sorrow revealed itself. It had to do with {home} + {the lack of my} contentment in the midst of being {unable to do “more”} … My admissions {which felt shameful and selfish} guided me onto a new path, a path leading to a vista with a healing perspective regarding the core of my suffering.

09 how does it feel

How does it feel to flex and stretch my wings, skills and talents never or little used; abilities packed away, hidden under layers of responsibility and conformity, buried under years of inattention, of efforts spent elsewhere and on others — neglecting the tender soul that resides within?
~Becky Bowen Craig

:: a prompt from this month’s The Art Journaler Community journaling prompts, “Taking Flight” … author, Becky Bowen Craig, included some marvelous journal prompts like this for Week Two, Spreading Our Wings

I want out

Timely as I busily pull feathers from my proverbial nest {decluttering; purging; releasing} … I don’t want to be comfortable in this place anymore or remain in the midst of uncomfortable realities I dismiss as “not that bad” :roll:because minimizing does not reduce the destruction of someone’s rejection via their indifference or staged and scripted opinion of you or your situation.

You must not fear, hold back, count or be a miser with your thoughts and feelings. It is also true that creation comes from an overflow, so you have to learn to intake, to imbibe, to nourish yourself and not be afraid of fullness. ~Anais Nin

Minimizing and “trying harder” are a stage of grief; we don’t want to believe someone we love would intentionally mistreat us. We find it “impossible” to accept the death of something we want {so desperately} to live and to thrive.

soar

But in doing so — in accepting what cannot be changed and spreading our own wings — we liberate ourselves from Befores and other situations over which we have not control or influence.

We live free, Braveheart.


As a community project, The Art Journaler Community subscribers are posting our discoveries and ponderings — and we are linking theme-related blog posts here on a weekly basis using Mister Linky. If you are a The Art Journaler Community subscriber, please feel free to link your “Taking Flight” blog post here.

Link Love — Week #4

26 Benjamin Button quote

Pull me round
Push me to the limit
Maybe I may bend
But I know where I’m not going
I will not be broken
♫♫ Bonnie Raitt, I Will Not Be Broken

A {not-so} funny thing happened … It was my plan to invest some time in organizing links for this final week of Link Love. However … MS-related “dance tunes” kept me out of breath {literally}. But, what the heck? I am a creative type, so serendipity always makes me grin! ;) Continue reading