I've always been a journaler, I kept a beautiful black leather journal with refillable pages for years. Since starting Rain, I no longer have time to coherently journal there, now it's where I practice my morning page exercises.
I wish I could say I was disciplined enough to write there every morning at the same time as suggested in the book, I'm not. But ... when I do have time, I jot down what's on my mind in run on sentences in no particular order. After all no one is really going to read this stuff but me.
If I were a poet or a song writer and had a lot more time on my hands, I would take the words that I write there and turn them into something beautiful. But ... I'm not and I don't so for today I am just going to post some random words about last Thursday night using the apparently pointless process that Julia Cameron calls the Morning Pages.
The photo is part of the Muriel on the ceiling at the Cheesecake Factory.
A mad dash between rain drops at high school, with tool boxes on wheels.
A continued pursuit of parallel lines and variegated tulips with a darker behind.
Focused efforts on two renderings, to the rhythm of a storytellers tale.
About the art and life of Andrew Wyeth, in intricate detail.
Factory of Cheesecakes and artichoke leaves, sauces in perfect combination.
And in confidence girl talk over passion fruit tea that no one else could understand.
Then the long journey home one south and one west, just before the stroke of midnight.
BTW ... the entry last week about crying alone at the beach today, was also sort of random words of thoughts about my day. Words that could become poetic if only I had more time.
Thank all of you for your comments of concern, it's always as surprising as it is comforting to get hugs from across the country when you find out I'm feeling a little blue. We should all give ourselves permission to cry more, when we feel sad. I've never been really good at expressing those kinds of emotions, I'm learning to be better at doing that here.
I love being part of this community!