There is movement beneath the water, but it may be nothing. There may be nothing going on. And then life suggests that you remember the years you ran around, the years you developed a shocking lifestyle, advocated careless abandon,owned a chilly heart. Upon reflection, you are genuinely surprised to find how quiet you have become. And then life lets you go home to think about all this.
Which you do, for quite a long time. This is life's way of letting you know that you are lucky. So you have a sandwich,and pie for your late night dessert. And then go back to bed, to dreamland, while outside, the starfish drift through the channel,with smiles on their starry faces as they head out to deep water, to the far and boundless sea.
plucked from STARFISH, a poem by Eleanor Lerman
Always feel creatively charged after visiting you and this post is just so wonderful….love the starfish thoughts
The journal is so beautiful and a bit exotic, love it.
This journal makes me drool . . . love the old book cover and your binding technique!
“smiles on their starry faces as they head out to deep water, to the far and boundless sea” …..sigh….. I’m in love. And your journal is stunning!
Sometimes I wonder why poems scare the crap out of me? I know it’s my own failing.
I love that journal. Thank you for sending it my way.
This is so beautiful, love the marbled effect of the cover. And can I just say, I love your hand written effect in your blog posts. How cool is that! Unique to the core.
Incredible. That idea factory is spinning gold these days. And those days.
Pancho rocks.
OK, so now I want to see Journals 1-10! I’ve been thinking about the various types of journals I keep … I’ll be posting something soon and hope you will join the conversation.
oooooh- I love this journal- the cover looks so cool!
lovely 1, lovely 2. Thank you
The journal is gorgeous. Your talent astounds and I do feel lucky..i remember all the good parts and everything in-between and am glad to know that just a little bit to the west someone else really ‘gets’ all the stuff one needs to capture with ink, paint and bits and pieces…all the ebb and flow….sweet dreams!
Loved that piece of poem. I have been going through my books about journaling lately, before drifting off to dreamland, and everywhere I look, your pages are there, waving to me…
so inspired by these pages …all your pages really. totally not anything I would ever create, but that’s sort of the point of our art journals being a reflection of US. But the layering, the color combos, and the sense of energy always have me staring at your pages and smiling 😀