Journey to Authenticity

For Today*

Outside my window...cherry blossom and dogwood leaves performing their dance together in the wind.

I am thinking...about going outside and finishing a letter to a friend.

From the learning rooms...little boy journal entries and expanding our reading horizons with new subjects.

I am thankful for...the freedom to stay home with my boy.

From the kitchen...a moist sour cream coffee cake...just as soon as I get off the couch.

I am wearing...light green pjs covered in little pink flowers.

I am reading...no, devouring, murder mysteries.

I am hoping...for rain.

I am creating...a short story.

Around the house...beach towels, books and art supplies scattered everywhere.

One of my favorite things...a cup of good coffee, first thing after I get up.

A few plans for the rest of the week...nature adventures, story crafting, talks with good friends.

Here is a picture thought I am sharing with you:

 

*This entry comes courtesy of The Simple Woman's Daybook via lucy.

Wreck This Journal, Weeks Five and Six

 I feel like I'm FINALLY getting this...it's not the wreckage, it's the letting go. It's freeing myself up to open myself up, to be messy, to do it wrong.

I got caught up in a painting project (nothing ecstatically fun--just painting a room) last weekend, and I never got around to posting. I did, though, bring the journal along for the ride, leaving it in the middle of the floor. Oddly, not one drop of paint fell on it, and I was compelled to flick the brush at it.

Other than that bit of forcing, it was a glorious two weeks of free flowing wreckage. I ripped with abandon.

 

I drew lines.

 

I began my sticker collection.

 

I found the perfect word.

 

I handed over the journal to Nathan and two of his little friends and they had their way with it.

 

I did the preliminaries for one of the projects:

 

 

It's now just waiting for me to get around to doing the laundry.

 

And the most daring thing of all?

I showered with it.

 

It's hard to tell from this pic, but it really did get wet. Admittedly, I put it toward the back of the shower to begin with, but I soon forced myself to move it closer to the front, and by the end, I was shampooing my hair over it.

I've been keeping the journal close to home, but now I know I'm ready to push my boundaries even more--I'm going to stop being so shy about it.

Look out world, the two of us are going adventuring.