I never know where these things will go when I first start on them. This one ended up with a poem fragment from Instead of Indonesia by Sarah Bein that I gleaned long ago in a workshop somewhere and hoarded with me over the miles. Words that meant something then, when I read them, and something now, reading them anew, different but them same. I marvel at the patterns of life, how inexplicably they repeat themselves, as dependably as the moon and her tidal pulls.
I spent the weekend watching movies and letting myself become overcome by floods of emotion. It’s been exhausting, actually. I’m not sure I’ve gained anything but I did create something, so I suppose that is good.
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Sometimes those floods of emotions are just to get something moving. They don’t necessarily gain you something right away, but they’re still helpful in the long run.
I love the journal pages. Love the brown tones with the blue. 🙂
True. 🙂 Movement of any kind is good. Thank you for reading… I often wonder why I bother to post since I seem to have lost readership, so it’s nice to know someone is out there, listening. 🙂