Creative Journaling

Hey readers! Welcome to 2018! It’s a new year and an opportunity for new experiences! It’s also a chance for you to start a new journal or try a different journaling style. A few months ago I wrote a post about journaling and how to get started. (Here’s that post: )  As I mentioned in that one, I’ve been journaling for years and have experimented with all kinds of styles. Today I want to delve into a couple of those different styles.

The traditional form of journaling is to take a notebook or journal and just write down whatever you’re thinking and feeling. This usually occurs in standard paragraph/sentence form. The cool thing about journaling is that this traditional method is just the tip of the journaling iceberg! There are so many different ways of journaling and neat ways to make it even more fun! I’m talking about creative journaling, art journaling, scripture journaling, smashbooking and what I call computer journaling.

I’m going to take on just one of those today: Creative journaling. Or maybe I should say that I’m going to begin talking about it; there’s so much involved with creative journaling that it will take more than one post. Creative journaling is the umbrella term for many different kinds of untraditional and imaginative journaling styles.

Many people think that journal writing needs to be poetic and beautiful, that they must practically write a novel about their lives. This stops a lot of people from doing it. But journaling doesn’t have to be like this; it’s supposed to be fun. So don’t worry about making something perfect. Your journal is a record of you and your life, so do it the way YOU want. An easy way to start is to make lists. Instead of writing long sentences about your day, write bullet points of what your day consisted of. For example:


These sorts of lists are great for those days when you’re short on time or the desire to be creative. One tip: make your lists using different colored pens. This adds a creative flair that’s fun and beautiful. It’s so much fun to create a page full of color and it makes it more interesting to look back on later. (These aren’t real journal entries, just fictional ones made to illustrate the examples)

This is ideal for people that don’t like writing or don’t feel like writing out long, coherent sentences but still want to record the events in their lives or their ideas, etc.

Another thing you can do is to write about your day in artistic chunks.


This is the same fictional journal entry from the above photo done a little differently. You see I took the different events in this person’s life and made each one into a ‘chunk’. You can do this in different colors to give it lots of visual interest and even do doddles around the chunks to help separate them and make it look even more fun. You don’t need to be an amazing artist (or an artist of any kind) to do this. Just do squiggles, lines, circles, dots- whatever you like!




If lists or doodling aren’t your thing then I recommend trying a mixed media style of journaling. This style uses multiple types of supply (like pens and paper, or decorative items and specialty pens) is open to just about anything you can dream up. You can use scrapbook stickers, paper cutouts or stylish tapes.  If this strikes your fancy then I recommend starting with some basic journalistic craft supplies. Colored or printed papers, ribbon, washi tape, colored pens or markers. Below I’ve made some fiction examples of things you can try. P1 uses printed paper cut and glued onto a standard white page and the date done in gold stickers. P2 shows a print page with a gold sheet glued on top and a marker used to write on it. P3 shows a colored sheet with glued on stars cut from gold paper. (Try stencils if you’re not comfortable freehanding shapes). P4 shows washi tape stuck onto a standard white sheet. These ideas can easily be applied to most standard bound journals. The specialty papers can be glued onto standard paper in a journal and stickers, paper shapes and decorative tapes can also be applied directly to most pages in a bound journal or notebook. (In the photos below I’ve used specialty print paper and letter stickers found at a craft store.)

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If you’d like some more ideas to get you started then I recommend searching ‘creative journaling’ on Pinterest or Google Images. Both offer good images with neat ideas for designing your journal pages. These should help get your creative juices flowing!

So where do you get supplies for journaling? In the United States you can try the arts and craft chain Michael’s, which carries all of the things you’ll need for these sorts of journaling and other types as well. Another option is Hobby Lobby. Outside the US, check your local arts and crafts stores for these or similar products.

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(Above Supplies:  L: Washi tape * M: Paper & Stickers * R: Pigma Micron Pens  )

So when you’re ready to start, here’s a list of supplies needed for the journaling I’ve talked about today. (The supplies photographed above are the ones I used for the post and are just an example of supplies. There’s a huge variety of things available for you to use!) Creative journaling is

1) Pens

*Pigma Micron pens (various colors $10-25 At Michael’s and Hobby Lobby)

*Paper Mate Ink Joy Pens

*Pentell R.S.V.P. Ball Point Stick Pens 8 Assorted colors ($6-$7 at Target, Wal-Mart)

2)Scrapbook paper in solid colors and prints

*Individual sheets ($0.69-1.99 at Michael’s)

*Paper packs  ($20-30 at Michael’s)

3)Washi Tape

*Tube of assorted colors/prints ($10-25 at Michael’s. They also sells smaller packs of washi tape with 3-5 rolls for about $5 each)




Random, Fun & Quirky

Fun Quotes

“Be a flamingo in a flock of pigeons.” No clue who said this

“No problem can be solved from the same level of consciousness that created it.”                                                                                                        -Albert Einstein

“Never memorize something you can look up.”Albert Einstein

“If we’re not supposed to have midnight snacks, why is there a light in the fridge?”                                                                                                           -Bill Murray



Photo: FreeImages/Michael Niemis


Prose · Stray Thoughts


I think of you sometimes.

Not on a certain day or time, just whenever.

Sometimes for the first time in years,

Other times only a few months after the last time.

You’ll float gently into my mind out of nowhere,

And take me back to that time, just like it was yesterday.

I remember your kindness, your gentleness, your love.

You were like pure sun light, so warm and wonderful.

I don’t remember every one of our conversations, or every joke we shared, but I do remember how you made me feel.

You were such a gift.

Your spirit was like none other,

Sometimes, I find myself missing you.

But you live on in my memory.

It is a wonderful memory…… YOU are a wonderful memory.

All the years that have passed, and your spirit still stays with me;

Your light hasn’t dimmed one bit.

All the love and kindness you gave me will never fade;

It’s kept deep in my heart, in a special place, just for you.

It is a gift I’ll carry with me.

Maybe we’ll meet again one day, and I can thank you for it all.

But if not, you’ll still be there, in my memory.



“If I Let You In”

This post is by Penny and originally posted on her blog ‘Penny Wilson Writes’. It’s a lovely piece about vulnerability. I hope you enjoy it!

If I let you in, would you guard the door? If I held you tight, would you hold my heart? If I bared my soul, would you keep it’s secrets? If I held your hand, would you hold mine? If I let you in… Would you walk beside me? Copyright (C) 2017 Penny Wilson

via If I Let You In… — Penny Wilson Writes




Leibster Award

Hi readers! I was recently nominated for a Leibster Award here on Word Press! Thanks to The Arty Plantsman for the nod! (Check out his blog here:





As I understand it, the Liebster Award is for newer blogs with under 200 followers. A fellow blogger nominates you and asks you to nominate others in return. When you accept the award, you answer the questions posed to you by the person who nominated you and then make up some of your own for your nominees. So, here are the answers to the questions I got:

If you could be one fictional character for a day, and actually live their life, – who would it be and why?

*There are too many to name! I’m a Star Trek TNG fan, so being any of those characters would be fun! And I’m currently reading the “Outlander” series and being the main character Claire might be fun. I’m of Scottish descent and I love history so I think traveling back in time to Scotland and Europe- and traveling through time would be fabulous. I think it could also be interesting to be Arthur Dent, the protagonist from “The Hitchiker’s Guide To The Galaxy”. And being a Transformer from the Transformer cartoon and movie series. Oh! I almost forgot, I could be……. (And the list is never ending, lol!)

Can you play a musical instrument? If so, which? If not – which would you most like to learn or like to listen to?

*When I was younger I tried learning to play the violin. My mom was a violinist and at the time I wanted to be like her and give it a shot. I wasn’t really into it, though and quit after a few years. I decided that I wasn’t cut out to be a musician. It was around this time that I discovered writing, so playing music just didn’t appeal to me anymore. I haven’t really been interested in playing a musical instrument until recently. I kind of want to learn how to play the drums- but just for fun.

Are your friends (partners excluded) mostly of your own (biological) sex?

*My closest friends are female, like I am, but I do have several male friends, too. I love having friends of both sexes; I think it makes things more fun and interesting!

If magic could make it possible, would you be interested in changing sex for a few days to see the world from another perspective? Do you think it would be a good idea if we all did this at least once in our life?

*I don’t know. I think it could be interesting to be a guy for a little while to see how my perspective would change and to know what it’s like not to have to deal with the downsides to womanhood, lol; but I really love being a woman (I think it’s fun!), so I’m not super interested in it. I think there is a possibility that doing this could help men and women understand each other a little better.

Vampire movies/shows – do you prefer scary ones or romantic ones, and which?

*I used to watch a short lived show called “Moonlight” about vampires in the modern world. I really loved it- too bad it got canceled! I hate scary/horror genres, so it would have to be romantic, action or drama for me to watch it.

Think of something good about yourself. Talk about it if you want, but I just wanted you to feel nice. 

*Ok, thought about it. Happy thoughts are good, hehe.

Random Facts about me:

*I’m a proud ginger! I love being a redhead!

*I love mushrooms (for eating/cooking) and eat them every chance I get. I prefer fresh ones over canned. The canned version is so crappy, lol! They get all mushy in the cans, so fresh is better. I’m actually looking into starting my own little mushroom garden.

*I’m fascinated by all things naval: old and modern, pirates, ships, period weaponry,  naval history, strategy and the like. Maybe I’ll do a post on that some day.


Ok, now time for me to name my nominees and the instructions for them.

Here are my nominees.


2) Laura

3)Time Traveling Hobbit


5) Nancy

6) Sarah

7) Alexander

The instructions for accepting the award and passing it on are as follows.

  • Create a new blog post on your blog thanking the person that nominated you, link to their blog, and put in a graphic of the award.
  • Answer the questions that were provided, and then share some facts about yourself.
  • Create a new set of your own questions for others to answer.
  • Nominate others (around ten) and share your blog post with them so they can accept their award!

Ok, so now is the time for me to give my own questions for my nominees to answer in their post!

*What was your least favorite job and what did you learn from it/what good came from it?

*What is your favorite book/magazine/publication (that’s not your own work), and what do you love about it?

*What’s the longest amount of time you’ve gone without sleep? How did that go? 

*What is your favorite word? What is your least favorite?

*What’s the weirdest or funniest thing you ever did as a kid?







Delicately Simple

Something I wrote a few years ago:

How is it that peace comes in such a simple manner? I hear the trees rustling with the sound of a breeze flowing through them. The leaves wave and the tree branches sway ever so slightly as the wind, gentle and soft comes through. I can feel it as it flows through the open windows, cooling my skin and betraying the heat that awaits outside. The breeze carries none of the warmth, only the occasional sounds of birds calling to one another. They chirp not with excited fervor, mourning, or warning but with a soft calm, sedate conversation.
I gauge my surroundings and see the window blinds swaying silently with the breeze. They are open, allowing the sunlight to flow through, illuminating everthing around me. I gaze through the open blinds out into the sky and see white, cotten caandy puffs of clouds floating silently by taking the shape of huge white mountains floating through the unending sea of blue. Like the birds, the clouds too are calm and sedated, sailing by, content to simply be.
There is a quiet that this brings. And with this quiet comes peace that even the occasional sound of neighbors outside coming and going cannot spoil. The Peace and quiet is all encompasing. It is ruler over all, today. And for a little while, there are no worries, no anxiety and the world is at peace. I did not expect this today, nor did i realize that I was in need of it untill it came floating through my window. It is in these moments that I marvel at the fact that peace comes in the simplist of manners and without effort. Genlte breezes, trees rusling, birds calling, sun shining and peace in the heart. These are the simple pleasures of life, and it is beautiful.


Photo: Pixabay/kirkandmimi

My Vegan-ish Adventure

My Vegan-ish Adventure: Setbacks Suck

So, every new road taken in life has set backs. As many of you may know, I’m embarking on a flexitarian, semi-vegan diet. I’m taking it in steps to enhance my chances for success. (I don’t do well with going cold turkey. Ha! Cold turkey, lol!) One of my first steps is to eliminate red meat. I’m doing pretty well so far; I haven’t had beef in a couple of months and I don’t typically touch ham, either. So I’m doing pretty well. Well, until recently. I ‘ve had my first real set back.

There’s a local restaurant I like to go to where you can get burrito bowls. There’s this counter in the store where employees put whatever you want in your bowl, burrito, or taco. They have plenty of great choices like guacamole, sour cream, peppers, onions, tomatoes, other stuff….. and meat. They give you a choice between beef, chicken, steak and pulled pork. The meat is totally optional, but it’s there. So I went in and asked for the burrito bowl. They asked if I wanted chips with it, so I said yes. Then the dreaded question: ‘what kind of meat do you want?’ Uuhhh……

I hesitated, because I knew what I wanted to say: ‘No, I don’t’. But did I say that? Nope. I believe I said ‘uuhhhh, yeah, uumm, let’s do pork.’ I should have said no meat, but since I didn’t, I paid for my poor, tortured before death, dead pig bowl and left. I should have picked the pork from my food, but I didn’t. I ate it. And it was good. I decided that this was just a mistake, and I’d forgo the meat the next time.


I went in a week or so later, planning not to get the pork in my bowl.  I ended up getting the pork anyway. As I stood in line in front of the counter I was thinking more of the taste of the pork than my reason for giving it up.  Later, I went in again and got the same thing. This was quickly becoming a habit, and I knew I’d need to make a change if I wanted to stay on track.

One of the hardest things about making a major change in diet is giving up things that taste good in order to reach your goal. Your goal is important to you and you want so much to reach it, but the taste thing gets in the way. Taste, and the pleasure it brings is such a powerful thing.  It makes getting off track really easy. 

But today at lunch I got myself back on track. I walked into the restaurant and ordered my usual bowl. But this time when they asked me which kind of meat I wanted, I asked if I could get a vegetarian bowl instead. So I got my usual veggies and stuff without the meat. I felt so proud for passing up the pork. I even felt a bit relieved. I realized that getting the pork in previous visits (and not following my convictions) had been like a weight on my shoulders. It is an impediment to my goal, and it feels great to get past it. Now, I won’t say the bowl tasted better without the pork- it didn’t. But it was still pretty good. But what I’m really happy about was the fact that I succeeded in finally ordering a veggie bowl instead.

I’m sure this won’t be the last set back in my journey towards a new eating style, though. But overcoming one small challenge will make it easier to make more positive choices towards my eating goals as I go along. I hope it will be a bit like inertia- once you get going, you build up speed that helps you continue on. This is good because it gives me more hope for the future success of my Veagan-ish adventure.


Photos: Pixabay


10 Hours

Can you give me more time?

This just isn’t enough!

I can’t work with this limitation.

There’s just never enough time and I need more.

Oh, what I could do with more!

The wonderfulness I could create!

If only I had more,

Just a little;

Say an hour or two.

No, wait, that’s not enough.

Maybe three.

No, that won’t do, either.

Can you give me ten!? Ten more hours in the day?

This might be enough.

Yes, that will do it.

Imagine what I could do with ten more hours in the day!

If only this could be.

But alas, I’m stuck with only twenty-four.

I suppose I’ll have to settle for that,

And just the dream of what more could be. 


Photo: Free Images/Quim Berenguer


Random, Fun & Quirky

You Want to Drive This Road!?

How would you like to drive on a narrow road that runs along a steep mountain range and be this close to the edge- able to fall to your death at any moment? Sound scary? Like an adrenaline rush? Well, you can do this if you want. The road I speak of is in the country of Georgia- and is open to tourists, actually. Abano Tusheti 2

The route is called ‘The Road to Tusheti’, or the ‘Abano Pass’, and connects the Georgian provinces of Kakheti and Tusheti. Georgia is a small country located just southwest of Russia and the mountain range this road runs through is the Caucasus in eastern Europe. The website Unusual notes that the road is at a pretty high elevation of over 9,000 feet. Because of how high up it is, it’s closed for half of the year due to fog and winter weather; when it is open, only 4 wheel drive vehicles are allowed to pass it’s insanely narrow paths according to Wikipedia and Lonely

The drive begins easy enough, but slowly gets gradually more treacherous as you go Unusual Places warns. This is clearly not a drive for the weak nerved! As if this wasn’t enough to worry about on the trek, sometimes quick changing or cold weather can make the road even more dangerous and occasionally impassable with fog or snow. But despite this, the scenery is often gorgeous. ( So if you’re the adventurous type, this thrill may be just for you! Or if you’re like me, I’ll just stick to the photos and you tube videos (check those out, by the way, they’re fun to watch) of people trying to drive it, hehe.


Photos: Love Tusheti  (Photo 1) (Photo 2)

Art Talks Back

This scene is based on three famous pieces of art: ‘The Mona Lisa’ by Leonardo Da Vinci, ‘Scream’ by Edvard Munch, and ‘David’ by Michelangelo


“How many people do you think we’ll see tonight?” Edvard asked his friends.

“Oh, I dunno.” Mona responded. “Probably a ton-as usual.” She replied nonchalantly. She was accustomed to people looking at her.

“I think we’ll see a lot tonight. I’ll bet it’ll be a long night.” Edvard replied

“Hmmm, yeah.” Mona responded casually. She didn’t seem to be too interested in the people who’d be coming in to the museum to see them tonight. With her dark hair and beguiling smile, it was impossible not to be intrigued by her. Everyone just loved to stare at her and guess about who she was and why she smiled the way she did.  She hated this.

“How many you estimate?” Edvard went on.

“Oh, I don’t know.”

“Seriously. Pick a number.”

“Yeah, I’m bored.”

“Ok, I’ll ask David. Hey David!” Edvard called to the naked man statue across the room. David had overheard the conversation and was ready to guess.

“I’ll go with 300.” David said. David, unlike Mona didn’t mind all of the visitors and the stares. He hadn’t quite tired of people looking at him and his toned, muscular body. Though he enjoyed the attention, sometimes he got a bit uncomfortable with being naked and objectified.

“That all?” Edvard replied, jovially challenging his friend.” I think that’s too low.”

“Ok, what’s your guess?”

“I think we’ll see 400. I mean, it’s Saturday, we always get more people on the weekend.”

David couldn’t refute this. He turned to Mona to get her back in the conversation and noticed her apathetic expression.

“Mona, you feel alright?” He asked, noticing the expression on his friends’ face.

“Oh, I’m just bored.” She sighed. “It’s the same thing every time. People just come in and look at us all day. Everyone wants to see me and stands there staring at me trying to figure out why I look this way. I’m just so tired of it. It’s like we’re art or something.”

“Ummm, we are art.” David replied.

“No, that’s not what I mean. We’re more than that.” She said. “I’m just tired of being ART. I want to be Mona, not Mona Lisa. I’m tired of the same old thing, the same old looks from people.”

“Maybe you should make a different face tonight and freak them out.” Edvard chuckled. He noticed Mona smile a bit. But she still seemed bored.

“What do you want to do?” Edvard asked gently. She pondered a few moments.

“I should talk to them or something.” She finally suggested, only half kidding. “I just hate being looked at all day.” She sighed.

“At least you’re dressed.” Lamented David.

“Yeah, I guess that’s true.” Mona laughed. “Your ass is hanging out!”

“That’s not the only thing that’s hanging out!” David quipped.

“I can’t imagine people walking by looking at my crotch.” Edvard laughed.

“And your crack!” Mona cackled.

“Are you into my butt, Mona?” David teased.

Mona surveyed David’s rear end a little closer. “Well, it is pretty tight.”

“Yeah, I’m kind of clenching.”

“Really didn’t need to know that!” Edvard said cringing. He paused. “Wait, are you saying it’d be flabby if you weren’t clenching?” With this comment Mona and Edvard curiously stared at David’s back side as if they were waiting for it suddenly turn into a pancake.

“Nah, not flabby, just not as tight. It looks better like this.”

His friends took one more look at his rear.

“Wonder what he’d look like with a normal body?” Edvard asked Mona.

“Yeah, no one would look at that.” She replied.

“There’s such pressure!” David exclaimed. “I can’t even be a normal man! I have to be ripped!” He exclaimed as he threw up his arms in frustration. “Not that I mind being ripped, but still! I couldn’t be flabby for one minuet if I wanted to be. Edvard, you’re so lucky! You don’t need to worry about looking good!”

“Hey! I don’t look that bad.”

“No, I mean you’re all swirly; being ripped doesn’t matter when you’re swirly.” David laughed.

“And no one’s really concerned with a six pack and tight ass when you’re screaming, either.” Mona added.

“True.” Edvard conceded.

“And no worries about clenching.” Mona laughed.

“Ok, can we please stop talking about my rear end?” David chuckled. “At least people are interested in something other than your body, Eddie.”

This was very true. David was just the naked man with the great body and Mona was just the pretty lady with the beguiling expression. When people looked at Edvard with his fearful look and distorted body they had to think about who he was and why he was that way. But this was mostly because there wasn’t much of a body to look at. He was really swirly. Oh, and screaming. He was screaming, too.

“Well, who wouldn’t be interested in a psychedelic, screaming man?” He replied with sarcastic humor.

The friends laughed congenially.

They went on chatting and laughing for several minutes before Edvard perked up a bit and began looking towards the glass doors of the gallery. He thought he had heard some of the curators and staffers talking nearby. As David and Mona exchanged friendly jabs, Edvard kept one ear on them and another on the hallway outside the gallery. It was nearing opening time and the staffers would be into the gallery one last time to ensure that everything was ready.

Edvard was only half listening to his friends at this point. Only bits and pieces of what Mona and David were saying registered.

“You have no idea what my exercise regimen is like. It’s really complicated and intense. I can’t build up too much muscle or I get bulky, but I still need to be strong so I have to-“

“You’re such a jock, David.” Mona laughed, interrupting him.

David smiled and was about to respond when Edvard shushed them.

“I hear someone!” He whispered urgently. This was the signal to return to their normal states and remain silent. A few seconds later two museum staffers entered the room to make a final look over before opening for the day. They passed by all of the works of art, checking to ensure each was secured and clean. When they looked at Mona, David and Edvard, all they saw were still works of art. After a few minuets of checking the two workers left to open the building.

“Have a good night, guys!” David whispered to his friends.

“You too!” Mona and Edvard responded.

All three were silent for the rest of the day. Hundreds of visitors came in and out, gazing at the three friends and all the other art work around them. They all chatted with their companions about Mona’s facial expression, what Edvard represented and, well, poor David was objectified all day long. Everyone kept looking at his rear end.