This book…this book holds the last 10 1/2 months of my life. It tells my story.
The one of finding hope, courage, bravery, my roar. It holds secrets I’ve never shared with anyone. Not even my husband or best friend.
At the end of 2012 there are few things that are more precious to me then this book. I can’t explain it to you. It’s just the way it is.
When I started art journaling in February I didn’t know what it would do to or for me. The gliding on of paint, spreading of Gesso, lettering of my heart upon pages has been instrumental in my healing in the last year.
My art journal was is a place I can be perfectly honest with myself. Honest in a way that I don’t seem to be when I write in my writing journal.
Some times my pages were merely creating poetry out of the original author’s words. Phrases highlighted to speak my present being at the time. At other times, they were just a letter to myself on the back of an envelope. Each page meaning. My journal has been to the ocean and baptized with salty waters. It’s received rain upon it’s pages. It speaks of the hope in my future.
While I am in Moldova, a friend and I will have the opportunity to share art journaling with the girls living the BOL home. We’ll get to share what the process has been for us. And hopefully for these 12 girls it will be a process of healing as well.
Today I’ll make a last entry in this art journal, and tomorrow will dawn with a new word and new journals for a new year.
To view more of my art journal pages you can see them on my Flickr page.
If you want to learn more about art journaling check out The Art Journaler!!
