Here is one of my first forays into mixing poetry and art. Hard to see the poem written along the waves and sand. The words are below.

I love how the ocean drowns out the voice in my head

Leaving no room for anything but the wind roaring in my ears

The vibration of the pounding surf

Everything else just goes away

The sand smooths the rough edges

Wears away the cracked veneer

Creates a clean canvas

It shifts and sifts hard packed yet yielding

To dig and bury and resurface

Relaxes the senses with subtle massage

The wind

When it comes

Tears away the last tendrils of worries brought along

Whispering nothing promising nothing

Giving you your chance to enjoy the moment

Enjoy where you are

Thoughts run together until there's nothing left but

You

The sand

The wind

The ocean

Love, love, LOVE art journaling. I am excited about writing again. I am excited about the possibilities for creating, for playing with paint, pastels, mixed media.

I spent some time at Sheri Gaynor's blog @ Creative Awakenings and wow! The art these women are creating! I am ready to set up my basement and go crazy! I know my husband will appreciate me taking it out of our bathroom ( I have set up a semi-work area on the ironing board). I especially like how they made use of photos. Hmmm....

Time to get those pictures in scrapbooks. I read one of Peter Walsh's organizing books and beyond the usual throw it out, yadda yadda~ one thing he wrote really stuck a cord with me. If you own something that means something to you, are you giving it the honor it deserves by storing it in a box? in the attic? in the basement? Hmmmm....the majority of our pictures are piled in ziploc bags in a Rubbermaid tub. All of the embellishments for making those pictures into our life story are neatly organized in a dresser and ....that's it!!! How sad.

I think my children will like the idea of browsing through scrapbook albums that tell our story better than spreading out piles of ziploc bags on the floor wondering what was happening and when.