So I learned a list of really valuable things in the class I took this
week. One of them was about the importance of being valued. And how
everything we get upset about angry about comes back to feeling not
valued. Just think of every single thing you get upset at. I don’t mean
things like a sick child or bad health, but things that tick you off and
get you from a positive place to a negative one, all day long. The
little (or sometimes not so little things). In the end, they all come
down to feeling not valued.
Well it does for me. So now, I am paying more attention to that and
taking a step back and creating my own self-value when others don’t
respect it. Or changing the way I look at the situation so it doesn’t
make me feel less valued.
I am also remembering it when I treat others. I am trying to be calmer
and to be more appreciative. I am also trying to be specific in my
appreciation, so that it’s not a quickie but a well-thought out,
“I-really-did-notice-this” kind of appreciation.
I promise more from the class, soon, Kim.
I haven’t been scrapbooking that long. I started right before David was
born but didn’t really, seriously get into it until last spring. One of
the complaints I see everywhere I go is how much people complain about
how many (or few) layouts they’ve finished. I’m always sort of taken
aback by this.
To me, it’s not about the quantity of pages you’ve finished. If you
really just want a way to display all the great photos you’ve taken,
there are photo albums both in real life and online to allow you to do
that. If you’re mostly about the stories, you can blog or write in a
journal. You can even combine the two in a blog or journal. You don’t
need to do scrapbook layouts for that. Cathy was just writing about how
the pages with just photos miss
the point for her. What is scrapbooking for you? This is a serious
question. Why do you do it?
I’ve been thinking about this a bunch lately. Here are my reasons:
- I’ve been really bad at writing my thoughts and feelings about
David. I’ve tried a few times and it doesn’t work for me, so I needed to
find a fun way to do it so I could preserve the memories of the early
years of his personality and how I feel.
- I love playing with paint, pretty papers, embellishments, etc, so
that part was a no-brainer.
- I’ve always loved looking at my childhood albums and wanted to give
that gift to my children.
- Making art in just about any form makes me feel happy and calm and
fulfilled. If I can manage to tell stories through my art, even more
amazing. I love the idea of learning and growing to do more art. To let
go of my left brain and rely on my right one a bit more.
- I adore my family. I love photography, writing, and art and what
combines the four in a more magnificent way than scrapbooking?
So there you have it. For me, it’s not about getting published, getting
recognition, or using the most latest product. Most significantly, it’s
not about getting it done. The process is half the reason I do it. If I
am lucky, it will never be done. It will go on forever, until I can no
longer hold paper and glue. For as long as there is life, photos to
capture and stories to tell, there will be scrapbook pages to create.
So what’s the rush? Enjoy the journey.
I was lucky enough to sign up for Paulette’s
Organic Dimension class and I absolutely love the way she teaches. I
have never ever taken a painting class before but I’ve always wanted to
do it. So here’s step one. This is class one. Already enjoying myself
and enjoying the process.

A different flower today.

I’ve started going to bed early and getting up before David does. I
paint and read in the mornings. This morning I wasn’t done with my
painting when David woke up so we sat side by side, me painting and he
stringing beads on a necklace. It was quite wonderful.

Her hardest hue to hold.
The end of the lovely tulips.

More shots from the energy project
class I was taking. Fantastic class with tangible action items. More on
this as soon as I can collect my thoughts.

David and Jake went to see the Tour de California yesterday and got
these and this morning David was trying to blow them up. Then he said,
“it’s broken, Mommy.”

Taking a class today and tomorrow and here’s one of the pithy questions
from class. What’s your answer? More on the class later this next week.

David, reading his book out loud to me.

A bit abstract today.

I think this might be why they tell you not to let your kids watch TV.
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