A Focused Journey: Finding a focus on the other side of 50.

I believe everyone’s life has a purpose. We are here to discover that purpose then use whatever gifts were bestowed upon us to make this world a better place. Some of us are fortunate as we know at an early age what that purpose is. Others, well, we go along, often digressing from the road that will take us there. This is me. Now on the other side of 50, I am finding my way back to that road that will lead to my life’s purpose. Welcome to my journey.

Friday, June 26, 2015

Get up. Get dressed. Paint.

Taking part in Rae Missigman's SUMMER RE-RUN SERIES - 15 MINUTE FAVORITES

While I enjoyed the process this week, the final spread is “not me”. What does this mean? Still not sure what “me” is, what my style is but this journey that I am on has taught me that through practice and creating I will find that illusive “me”. So I continue this practice knowing at some point the destination will be reached.

What I learned

A new technique to get color on the page: spray ink on deli paper then press it onto the journal page. Instant bright color!
I don’t like look of scrapped paint on the top of images, I prefer it as a part of the beginning process, in the background.

Paint Party Friday

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My name is Erika.June 26, 2015 at 9:51 AM
Cool idea about trying spray ink and deli paper and then rubbing it down. I will need to try that. I like all the colors in your page this week, and art is always a big experiment so one of these days your style will find you and you'll know it!
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minnemieJune 26, 2015 at 11:15 AM
Love the colors and the details that keep emerging as I keep looking!
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LailaJune 26, 2015 at 4:08 PM
I simply love your work here, so full of bright delicious colors.
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GigglesJune 27, 2015 at 5:38 AM
It may not be you,but it sure is gorgeous and vibrant! I truly love it in all those juicy colours!! I guess ultimately it has to please you first though!!

Hugs Giggles
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Gillena CoxJune 27, 2015 at 9:43 AM
oh yes! i agree to, "get up get dressed paint"

have a nice weekend Diane

much love...
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Thank you so much for stopping by. Please share your insights.

THE JOURNEY

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could

The Dark Night Of The Soul
By Saint John of the Cross
Translated by A.Z. Foreman

Songs of the soul rejoicing at having achieved the high state of perfection, the Union with God, by way of spiritual negation.

Once in the dark of night,
Inflamed with love and wanting, I arose
(O coming of delight!)
And went, as no one knows,
When all my house lay long in deep repose

All in the dark went right,
Down secret steps, disguised in other clothes,
(O coming of delight!)
In dark when no one knows,
When all my house lay long in deep repose.

And in the luck of night
In secret places where no other spied
I went without my sight
Without a light to guide
Except the heart that lit me from inside.

It guided me and shone
Surer than noonday sunlight over me,
And lead me to the one
Whom only I could see
Deep in a place where only we could be.

O guiding dark of night!
O dark of night more darling than the dawn!
O night that can unite
A lover and loved one,
Lover and loved one moved in unison.

And on my flowering breast
Which I had kept for him and him alone
He slept as I caressed
And loved him for my own,
Breathing an air from redolent cedars blown.

And from the castle wall
The wind came down to winnow through his hair
Bidding his fingers fall,
Searing my throat with air
And all my senses were suspended there.

I stayed there to forget.
There on my lover, face to face, I lay.
All ended, and I let
My cares all fall away
Forgotten in the lilies on that day.

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Friday, June 26, 2015

Get up. Get dressed. Paint.

What I learned

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