She's on her way Cat

FINALLY! Better late than never and she will be winging her way to you this week.

Feels good to be working in a journal again.

Moving again...

It took a while - 5 months, to be exact - for me to muster up the strength to do these pages. And they're no work of art. Meager would be a good word to describe them. But I needed to pay tribute to my sweet baby, Samson, whose loss still hurts every single day, and whose absence still makes every room feel empty.  I think that completing these pages and mailing this journal on is exactly what I need in order to really start moving again on this project. I've been blocked in a major way. Here's to moving again.

Holding the brush

I never mind getting messy for the sake of art. Blue fingers, smudged chalk on my nose. It's all good. 

This little baby is going out THIS week. I need to revel in the messiness of some hands on creation time.

Feels good

Stoked to get Ali's journal today. It's a cloudy Sunday and I was tired and cranky. Sitting down to work in the journal can be so therapeutic and healing. I love this project so much. Whenever I tell anyone about it, they are so impressed by what a neat idea it is.

Dance

I am loving this free time over spring break to play in our journals. I've realized this month, in working on Ali's journal, that I love the messy release of journaling. I love getting physically messy and mentally clear. So good for the soul. Why can't spring break last forever...

dancing in the rain

I feel so honored to be asked to be a part of this. I am not a crafty person. I can take pictures and make people laugh, but I am not good at artsy stuff. But...I can maybe learn it? I am learning a lot about myself lately. I will not close my eyes to the possibility of anything.

I now have someone else's journal. And I want to make the person who sent it to me proud of my pages. This project is so amazing on so many different levels.