Journaling
I journal almost every morning. After my morning chores of dishes, feeding my cats, and taking my vitamins, I make myself a cup of coffee and head upstairs to a little nook in my art studio. From my antique green and blue chair I can see out my window onto the garden and the farm fields. I light a candle as the sun has not come up. I set one light low. I might light some frankincense and myrrh incense. I snuggle in a blanket, open my journal, and begin writing with the cross pen my dad gave me the year before he passed away. I write about feelings, and thoughts, creative inspiration or something I read in a book, synchronicities I’ve noticed or dreams I’ve had. I draw and doodle. I cut and paste things into it. It helps me process my inner self.
