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.
My mind simply was not going to let go of the overwhelming feelings of sadness,
anger, resentment and discouragement until I dealt with them.
I drew a heart on plaint white card stock then used a
journaling technique I learned in Susannah Conway’s Journal Your Life e-course, dialoguing.
The idea is to write a dialogue on the page between you and
someone/something else where you ‘play’ both parts. Feeling frustrated
with the school’s inept leadership and behind the scenes favoritism, I let them have it and I felt better when I arrived at the bottom of the page.
I used my bits of scraps to collage the heart
Thinking about adding it to this abandoned spread in my Listen to My Heart art journal, but it needs something....
I found a piece of left over Sari yarn and stitched it on. Perfect!
The Completed Spread
The next page will peek through the cut out hearts. Contemplating some hand stitched hearts. What do you suggest?