Reflections on a cup.

Michelle tagged me so here goes in the next blog.

While I am here I will tell you about yesterday when I was with my journalling group.
We decided to write about our drinking cups.Initially it was to write why we chose the colour but I reflected on what a cup means to me.

A cup is more than a vessel to drink from.
It is a reminder that we all have a cup of life.
We need to look into our cups and see what is there
There is more than tea and coffee to ponder on......
Sometimes our cup is full
Sometimes our cup is empty
Sometimes it is ½ way
Sometimes too hot to touch
Sometimes to cold to touch.
All the happenings of our life
Reflect in there
Twirl and swirl for our attention
Enjoy and learn from what is there.

How do you feel about your cup of life?

Drought

Our drought is awful.A few weeks ago I wrote a piece about dying trees

Slender limbs wait now
bark gone
leaves dry
moistureless
sitting like dry
kitchen sponges
hard
unyielding
A welt
gapes on smoothness
Redness oozes
Burning
Hot
The wind howls
caressing the tree
Death row is cruel

I think sometimes we are dying inside because we do not reach out for those things we need in life.We wait.We have a drought within us, a time of dryness of not knowing what is next.How would you write about a tree that was recovering from a drought or in fact yourself.?
Today it is raining gently and the land and birds sing.Carpe Diem.

Swaltzing

I just read a children's story book called Princess Max by Laurie Stiller and Gregory Rogers
My daughter studying at Uni found it and was really impressed with a descriptive piece as follows.
"Max's wonderful swaltzy feeling washed away like rainwater down a window.He ran into his room and threw himself on the bed.
Big raindrops burst from a heavy cloud in his tummy and came pouring from the corner of his eyes."
He had been enjoying swaltzing in his mothers dress but then others made fun of him.
Have you had feeling like this ?
Try and write a descriptive piece about that time.

Greg Dening

I was saddened to hear this wonderful man Greg Dening has died.
His words and approach to history were an inspiration.I found a quote of his that is on my journal cover that embodies all I believe to be true for me at the moment in my life journey

"From a beach things loom.It is possible to see beyond one's horizons

Beaches breed expansiveness.My beaches do anything"

Such powerful words to live by.How would you write about this quote?

self discovery

This blogging is all new to me .I feel in a strange land as if someone or something is going to jump out at me from the screen and pull me into another world.

I am supposed to be studying but instead I am procrastinating about life ,the universe and everything.I participate in a journalling group for women where we meet and write about many topics.The process draws out creative ideas,emotions and opinions and is a wonderful way to develop the inner self. Journalling uses photos,cutouts and crafty bits to embellish the writing.I use an A4 spirax blank artbook but anything will do.Stephen King in his book 'On Writing' wrote that

"Writing is magic,as much the water of life as any other creative art.The water
is free.So drink up"

This is so true but often others belittle our need to write and see it as a useless activity.It has immense value and is a very worthwhile. I collect all sorts of wonderful quotes,pictures ,newspaper articles and photos to which I write my responses.The process is very mosaic in nature as I never know where it will lead or what the end result will be like.I have a large folder I put all my writing prompts into and pull out what interests me at the time.I also keep a box of words cut from magazines that inspire me and help decorate my pages.I have a large box of coloured papers, ribbons,stickers,punches,stamps and much more to help me along the creative path.I would like to share ideas and processes with others.Tell me your experiences with journalling and we can build on that.