on gratitude...

Hello everyone! I'm back as promised with some things as well as thoughts to share! It's the season of gratitude, well the beginning of it anyway (not saying that we shouldn't always feel gratitude). It always creates a spark, a moment and feeling of tangible change in my atmosphere. I love this time of year, it's a time of gatherings, nostalgia and renewed memories. I love it for it's obvious color changes and seemingly endless holidays and celebrations. I love it for it's cool down. It has a sort of chaos and movement which I have a love-hate relationship with.

I wanted to create a journal of the things that remind me to be grateful. More than a gratitude journal but also a snapshot of me and where I am at this point in my life. Do you ever think about what you would like to leave behind. You know when it’s all said and done. Morbid I know but I’d like it to be known that I was grateful for the time that I had and enjoyed all of its brilliant and awkward moments.

It's a sort of poem to myself...I think one of my favorite things is creating these little journals, there a culmination of thoughts and prayers on a particular subject.

They can be about a particular loved one, art or any time of year that means something to you. They can contain painful, vulnerable or courageous moments, and I find a brilliance and healing property from recording these moments.

I included so many little tidbits inside, a gratitude poem by E.E. cummings one of my favorite poets. The beginning reads: I thank you god for most this amazing day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and the blue true dream of sky... Love it!

"when we enter new doorways we should say thank you" I created little prose and small poems of my own to include inside the journal. I believe if you spend more time thinking of things you are thankful for then there is not much time left for negative thoughts... It may sound corny but I think of the trees and how they lose things like branches and leaves and how we are always losing things and changing. They are a part of us and we of them.

Sometimes I think life is about losing your way, finding the joy, and finding your way back again. We do this again and again and we always recover. We are heavy with tears and joy but the one thing to remember is there is always beauty in the things that surround us.

After completing my journal there was a sort of whirlwind going on in my living room, things were this way and that way and all over the place basically. Believe it or not I work best inside a sort of chaos!

These are only a few pages with more to come soon. I might have taken around 100 photos or so trying to get them just right. Imagine me on the floor in front of my window which is a small space trying to hold a piece of foam board in one hand and the camera in the other. I'm truly getting to old for these kinds of movements! ha ha But I do love the end result and I hope it inspires!

Thanks for stopping by...Be back soon with more pages of my journal!

Take care