That Upcoming Class on Meaning-full Journaling...

I just keep writing...ideas keep popping into my head, in my studio, in bed, at the computer, in the shower...I'm beginning to wonder if I'll be able to actually stop and launch the thing!  6 more pages written today...

And yes, this is how I prepare for a class.  Scribble, scribble, note, cross out, arrows, boxes, transcribe, print, scribble on THAT...retype with changes...

Take photos, choose sketches, make lists...

And of course I'll be adding my visual on how to tip in pages...if I can find it...and shoot photos of the journal I DID so much of that in...

This one will be one of the shots to illustrate thoughts on using other methods to produce meaningful journal images.  I made most of these stamps myself, things that resonate with me, but some are special commercial ones, too...

I'm compiling my Resources Document on journaling and art...books and such...and resisting the urge to include everything out that's there!  Mostly I am only including the ones I actually own and that have proven personally meaningful over the years.  One, The New Diary by Tristine Rainer, was published in the late 70s, but it's as timely as tomorrow's sunrise.

And of course I just ordered another book on the subject...siiiigh...

(If you have a personal favorite, I'd love to hear about it...)

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The class will take place here on blogger; I'll set up a new blog just for class members and make everyone co-contributors so everyone will be able to post, share journal pages (if they wish), ask questions, whatever.

Well, hello! I'm back.

More or less, anyway...life has been more than full, and mostly good, and satisfying, though with it's fair share of pain as well.

What fills me today is being ready, finally, to start working on a new class.  More than likely, interactive again, after all this time.  Those are time-consuming and exhausting, but this is something I want to connect with, personally.  Connect with the students, personally.

It will grow out of this place--a journey begun, for me, years ago in the 70s, really.

It's time.

This is what I wrote on my Facebook page this morning:

"Someone flipped a switch in my brain. There WILL be a new class upcoming, maybe two of them, I've been writing for 2 hours and ideas just keep flowing. I love this part of what I do!

This is a class I thought of doing a couple of years ago, but life--and death--got in the way.

It's time.

It will TAKE some time to pull it together, but it feels good to be so full of energy and ideas."

And I've been writing down thoughts, quotes, ideas, and plans ever since.

It will be personal.  It will be DIFFERENT.  I'm not even sure where it will take place, yet, but most likely on my old familiar Blogger.

I'm not sure what to call it, yet..."Meaning-full Journaling" popped to the forefront this morning.

But I am confident it WILL happen.  It feels right.  I am full of a serene kind of excitement, if that isn't too much of a contradiction in terms.

It's time.