And here is a page with fishes - an element that I used on another page, but liked so much that I made several more... they all fit into that purple pocket! You can't tell at this level of photography, but the scales on the pink and brown fishes are all individually glued in place. Great texture! Those two silver birds over on the top left are my fave metal duct tape (Hello hardware store) over cardstock - but they just wash out in the light. I'd have to rig much more subtle lighting to get them to look metallic, not white. 
And in keeping with my obsessive urges to use every scrap of paper on my desk (Earth Day, 1970, came at a particularly formative point in my life) these next two pages are filled with the artful (I hope) placement of some very tiny and pretty oddly shaped pieces of ... snipetts. One of them happened to be folded in half and so I just glued it down like that - then I realised that it was a little book! So I wrote in it and then started folding more and more papers and squeezed all of my thoughts behind these little doors. Among other things I was extolling the virtues of my children, which are legion, let me tell you. (As are the things that they need to learn.) But motherhood continues to be a deeply spiritual process for me and I am aghast most days at my childrens' ability to walk me right up the steps to the God/dess Of My Understanding. Where I remember to breathe. Where I weep.
God Bless The Children.
Last night our adoption group celebrated The Mid-Autumn Moon Festival. These children, aged 5-12, about a dozen of them, ranged and caroused like puppies: running themselves ragged, glad to see each other again, eager to be called in for our potluck supper, thrilled to go outside again, tumbling back inside and settling like lambs to hear me read our traditional story about The Lady in the Moon, the littlest girl sitting in the lap of the eldest girl.
It's small wonder that I weep as I do.
So, off with us. Go make art that shows how much the children matter. And then start prepping yourself to vote in November like YOUR vote was going to make or break some child's life.
Because I guarantee it will.
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I've never allowed myself so much freedom in a journal before, but these pages...and those Iris has made, too...look like so much fun, thought provoking yet in a way that celebrates, even what could be of deep, personal meaning. I think I should "let my hair" down and use art when I journal, if only one page to start and with dedicated time to relax and be present to the page. I don't have to be an artist or have perfect detail (that always comes first to mind with me). I just have to learn to speak visually. A daunting task, but rewarding, no doubt.
Thanks, A. I like what you said about learning to speak visually. I am finding myself more challenged than I might have guessed to trust what the right hand side of my brain wants to say - even though I cannot figure out, in words, what I've done until later, after I go back to my verbose left brain.
I love what I did with putting the writing behind doors on that one page, because I can then be separate about those two ways of knowing. Sort-of encouraging each part individually.
I am a Gemini. This dualistic thought comes easily to me. :)
I encourage your "long, flowing hair"!
A. doesn't have the benefit of knowing your lovely long flowing locks!!! Hee hee.
I am tagging you to participate in Six Random Things About Me (Ana/apa tagged me). You can read my post and see if you want to play along!
Love,
Iris
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