this was in response to a meme that is floating in blogspace connected to handwriting.
here's a disclaimer up front.
my handwriting is in summer mode which means that it is scruffy and moving more from my fingers than my wrist. so what i have to share here has more to do with the place of vulnerability reya went to in sharing a page of her journal than in sharing exemplary sweetly formed handwriting.
the summer opens out big spaces and big time for me.
i need it.
the rest of my year is comprised of very tiny, very detailed spaces and time. in the big space of summer, i can breath and step back and see the little pieces as they form into what i am, what i am doing and most important of all - i get a sense of direction.
one part of this summer that i love is my journal. i try to place thirty minutes to one hour in the way of being available to it each day. some days there's not much . . . lots of dribbling. other days i'm really excited. on the 28th i was really aware of things going on around me, espcially those that had a quality of essence about them. on the 29th i was excited to get a book of poetry from harold budd the musician. in it there was a line that just spun me 'round and 'round.
so have a look.
here is the cover of my summer journal.
here is the little plate up close.
here are my journal tools all lined up and ready for another day's work.
here's my entry for july 28th just three days ago!!
(click on the image to reveal my revelations and singular experiences on that day!!)
and here's my entry for july 29th just a couple of days ago.
(same deal! click on the image to see what mattered to me on the 29th!)
here's the little drawing a little closer "your head swathed in stars" . . . here's one!
the rest of harold's book was very lovely.