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Journaling to Engage

Hello ya’ll!  I hope this post finds you wallowing in joy and blessings. I am wallowing, so I want us all to wallow together. If not maybe I can help you out a bit.  I wanted to share with you some of the things I have been up to that have been helpful to me in engaging my own Joy.

Now my take on Joy is that it is not at all the same as happiness. Happiness or the lack there of is  a product of our environment, people, circumstances. For example, if you bring me cake, white cake with butter cream icing piled high, I am happy. Really euphorically happy… Until I get on the scale and realize that I will have to walk the tredmill at 3.5 miles an hour for 6 episodes of forensic files to work that off. Then I am not happy anymore. Joy on the other hand is not about things or circumstances, but rather a reflection of our relationship with Christ. Joy goes on, no matter what our situation, because we have the assurance of knowing that no matter what happens, it’s going to be alright because where ever we are going, He is already there.

Growing my relationship with Christ is essential to my Joy.  Prayer, study and fellowship and worship are some ways that I have seen my faith grow.  I am working on memorizing Scripture which is very hard for me to do these days ( GEE thanks Menopause). I mean I can remember what it says, but I can’t always remember the address. So I have been working on engaging it in a way that is meaningful to  me. Art Journaling. Because for me, art is worship.

index    This is a book I picked up called Matters of the Heart by Carlie Kercheval.  It is light and a quick read for us on the goers. I”m recommending it. I got mine at After buzzing through it  I decided to take the weekly verse and use it to create a layout in my art journal. OK… the truth is I have about 12 unfinished art journals and I have piles of work waiting to adorn those blank pages. Maybe this will motivate me to  get my mountains of doodles and watercolor diddles organized…. and to work in my journals instead of the back of a used car mailer.

Then I thought… Why not just share it with everyone. I mean I hear people say all the time,” show me how to do that”, So I decided I would.  Maybe you might want to diddle and create Artistic Moonshines with me… Lets do this!

XOXOXOXO until next time… here is the video journal for Proverbs 21:2






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Stressfull Journaling


This has been the most un-fun week I have had in a long time. Challenging is not the word for it but it is the one I will use because I am trying to give up the dirty words. I did not even make it to church on Sunday because the thought of getting in a closed in vehicle with three pubescent teenagers and a preteen who just recently discovered that she really should be wearing deodorant was akin to chewing glass and I just could not make it one more step. …. (although I now realize that was a touch dramatic.) You see, Cowboy was out of town most of the week and the little darlin’s wiped the floor with me.

I would like to say that I have decided that parents should stop putting money into a college fund. Let the little boogers pay their own way. I say start as early as possible and start a Seal Fund instead. By Seal.. I mean Navy Seal… Someone to watch over your children from the age of about 12- 21. I say go military… the meaner the better.   I just want to sleep through the night without having to wake up the neighborhood to obtain information about their where-abouts. Apparently, when they hit puberty, you loose your clearance for said information and it takes congressional hearings to get it back.  I want to be able to sit through one cup of morning coffee without talking about feelings or puberty related issues or where hair is growing.  I want to have 15 minutes that I don’t have to care if it’s fair,what football teams are playing, explain why your too young to date and I don’t want to discuss any of it through the bathroom door if I am seated anywhere in the room. They are crazy people right now and I will admit… this week, they rolled me like a barrel over Niagara Falls. october2014 015

My nerves are like little electrical surges and though I think it might be tasteless to detail every single event of my teenagers terrorist acts…I will just say that They are like a little mafia faction…. proud of their bad behavior and working their way up the ranks by pillaging and random acts of selfishness. Bless their hearts.

One thing my daughter pointed out….” Mom, you make pretty art when you are angry” and there it is. I gave up cussing,(ok I  am trying) wine, cigarettes and hostess ding dongs….  So the only thing left for me is art. Amen

SO….I Hit the old art journal….

Oh Yeah! Have I mentioned that I gave up my beloved craft room for, of course, a kid I loved more and had to down size… But Cowboy bought me a Mini-work box… for my 32nd birthday this year to soothe my broken heart. So I am back in business.october 2014 002

Art Journal entry

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As for what’s next…. I have been working on some things. I am working on about 20 books I am binding and getting ready for sale and gifts, working on over-journaling ideas and spending sometime on weaving. I will share when those things get closer to completion… In the mean time… just a little color…

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Filling the Empty Spaces with Art

Art has been my go to place when I need to deal with my emotional noise, when there is something on my mind, something to contemplate.

September 2014 018It fills up my empty spaces that might otherwise be filled with sorrow, self-pity, anger, worry or a number of other destructive things.  Pain, brokenness, trauma… when it enters in, it makes space in your heart to live. It brings its friends(self-destructive behaviors,  sadness, rage, hatred) over for parties. They are hard to evict and even when you can get them out, that empty space beckons them back. Unless…… That space is not empty.

blogart5    blackredpony3   For Me, God used this need to create to fill that dark empty place with joy, and light and color. It is a spiritual experience for me. I never create anything that I am not in a kind of communion with God.  It is cleansing and  freeing and it causes me to think about my broken-ness in a different light.

blogart6   blogart14  I have been creating something for so long that I scarcely remember a day that I did not do something artistic or creative or crafty. I  get depressed if I don’t allow my soul to follow along that creative path, following along behind my Savior as he leads me to the next creative joy.  For He too is an artist…

“In the beginning God created…”
Genesis 1:1

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I can’t play a guitar.

There are days, sometimes weeks, where I feel wounded. Maybe I am truly injured or maybe it’s just echos from the past but either way, I have to art through it or I just can’t  get centered and focused on my world, my healing, my God.

I have had a few disappointments recently. Some things that really were not anyone’s fault, just things I needed to learn, things I needed to let go of. I’ve been pulled out of my comfort zone into the lives of people who are without any doubt… Magnificent in form and substance.  But I am so insecure.  I am hoping I haven’t totally weirded them out yet, at least until they get to know me well enough that my weird is normal enough.

Been a while since I hit the old art journal but it was time to work a few things out.  That’s how I roll. Really, if I did not have my art to turn to I would probably be at corner somewhere……….

Singing with a guitar… ( I can’t play a guitar)

you thought I was going to say something else…. ?..

Today I  traded trash for treasure in my art journal… Not as complicated as some I have done but it was just enough to pull out my feelings and give me a place to examine them.   august2014 009august2014 010 august2014 012 august2014 013 august2014 014 august2014 015 august2014 016 august2014 017 august2014 018 august2014 019 august2014 020 This  entry was all about fear….. I like my comfort zone. A LOT. I  Like being safe warm and happy. I like knowing what is going to happen tomorrow and I love not giving a rats rear end what others think about me. I can go home to my little ranchette in the desert and return to my country girl experiment and never look back.  Any. time. I want.

I can sit safely in my little Sunday School A-18 class room and get fed and find people who love me and pray for me.  I can call my BFF and hang out in her living room and she will give me all the hope I need.  I can crawl into the arms of Cowboy and the world just goes away.  I can sit at my mom’s kitchen table and get the best advice. These people keep me safe and give me strength to do what I do Sunday morning all week-long.   I feel protected and accepted there…..  And that is the provision…. I have them. I have every single thing I need and then some.

What sucks about it is that God has recently brought it to my attention that I use them as  an excuse to  stay sheltered and never walk out into the calling he has for me. I am afraid of being burned at the stake in the church parking lot, that I will loose them or that I will waste my time on people who will just never get it when I could be home with my kids or basking in the saftey of the familiar.

Again.. That is the provision. If I step out into obedience to do what I know God Has for me, and the walls fall down and the thunder rolls and the scary church politics and scary hat ladies tie me to the metaphoric stake to burn me for my history, I can still go home where it is safe. I can still sit in MY bffs living room. I can still go back to A-18, into the art room, back to Cowboy and I still keep my salvation and I still keep those who  truly love me and I still have a story to tell.  I really have little to fear.   Eh’,  I’ve already been through worse with less to go back to.

I made  new friends recently (you know who you are) that have straight up called me out.   I have old friends who straight up called me out. Why oh why couldn’t God have sent someone hideous and easy to run from. Why couldn’t you be the big hat ladies in the front of the church that I used to make fun of. How come you couldn’t  have been a creepy old man or a snot nosed sister- better- than- you? Nope He sent me  completely adorable people I can relate too that I cannot help but love.

Well Oh Crap.


Ok.. enough of this ……

Did I mention that I tried felting this week….. Wet felting with some merino wool and I ended up with a pretty successful  project. I used some metallic threads that I had stashed away  and some beading and then I made a project bag out of it.. Even lined it.

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Time for dinner , Ya’ll


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Purging: From Broken to Beautiful, an art journal entry


I recently discovered that I am a mixed media artist. I mean I thought my indecisiveness to settle on one medium, my “what if I combine this”, thinking and my  constant distraction brought on by the next pretty thing that flew by was part of my weirdness. Turns out there is a name for it.  I love  this breaking down the creative barriers thing. It’s liberating and gives me so much more room for my, well , lets just call it creative colorfulness.

      As I stated in an earlier post, I have been suffering from extreme emotional noise. The kind that is deafening. The kind that keeps me from hearing anything beautiful. It’s not all my noise. When you get close to and take care of others with broken hearts, you can hear theirs as well and when it all gets tangled up with the day-to-day, the drama queen emerges.  When I get like that,  I know it’s time to purge.

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     For me, when it’s time to ” work it out”, I turn to my art. I create a healing in my head, my heart and my soul and I simply must get it out. I cannot turn it off until the process has begun and I cannot stop until my emotional noise is quiet. This time I turned to my art journal and  I thought I would share with you my process. I am always  in the middle of a work shop or a book, right now 3. So I  combined somethings that I  learned with ideas I have in my head.( I’ll review those for you when I get through with them.)

  So here is what I did.

   First I used a double page layout. I primed it with Gesso, sprayed it with some ink and began to write down all that noise.

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 The next thing I did was paint several layers of paint over that. The goal here is to cover all that negative stuff with  something beautiful and To let go of all that “crap” I carry around. I used several colors and  created a basic background then began my sketch of my girl. After I was happy with the basic form, I cut her out and adhered it to my journal page. I then shaded a little and put the outline in for my hair.

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 I then used clear embossing powder to create a resist and then inked the page with distress inks. The border was the next thing.

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Cool, Huh?

 Next I put on the hair with modeling paste.  After it was dry I  inked it up as well.   Too Busty…. what to do… Hmmm. More hair, embellishments, and finishing’s.

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 I completed this entry with the words ” From Broken to Beautiful” and this scripture that I found that I really Like. It’s super comforting to know that God has got my back.

Isaiah 58:8

” Then your light will break forth like the dawn, and your healing will quickly appear, then your righteousness will go before you and the glory of the Lord will be your rear guard”.

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  I was thinking about using this as a guide to make a  journal for my Etsy shop. If I decide to do that I’ll up date this post with a pic.

 Feeling better already.

 Toodles…. See you soon.

Update… made a blank art journal using the same technique.  Thought I’d Share

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