All weekend long I worked in my art journal. It felt like an old friend I had neglected for so long. Life gets busy, friends get put on the back burner. I pulled out this old friend and got re-aquainted, did some spreads and felt ever so much better. Relaxed and read my new Jo Nesbo mystery for several hours on Saturday and today….I am de-stressing for the holiday season, simplifying, enjoying the time more. One of those important things is to stay present in the journal, back into an everyday practice to keep the commercialism of the season at bay, to avoid the ever gloomy news. Giving myself time to think about what matters most, family, friends, furry companions and the simple walk in the sun, sketch on the page, paint on the brush. I am looking forward to the holidays this year, the simple, emphasis simple, decorating with materials from the yard, a small tree, some home made gifts and my practice in the journal, some mail art for friends. Acknowledging what means most to me.
The door to her house was narrow. Her windows were oddly shaped. Even she had a hard time fitting in. But the door to her heart was wide and all were welcome.