While at remote Holden Village for two weeks, I tried journaling in a new way. Every day, usually early, I settled enough to articulate an intention and then drew whatever came to mind. Some days I chose to finish the day’s piece in one sitting; others I added splashes of color throughout the day.
One morning it was especially challenging to still myself until I found a hammock beside the river. I began to sink in. Laughing at myself – the best kind – ensued when I realized “gently, gently settling” was upside-down in my little spiral notebook.
I am here again, a bit frenetic and upside-down as I anticipate tomorrow. That’s when we school psychologists will gather for our annual retreat and start yet another school year. This last summer day of no firm commitments will sadly come to an end.
Sinking into the art of my heart calms me. As summer ends and fall franticness threatens, I remind myself there were 15 sweet days far away in the mountains: