Word Ghosts and endings

“There are no happy endings. Endings are the saddest part so just give me a happy middle and a very happy start.”

Shel Silverstein

Art Journal Covers

Dear Fellow Journalers,

One of the perks of Pinterest, is that you get to see what talented people there are in the world- here are some art journal covers I found.



Art journal cover

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Capture life with art

Word Ghosts and time

” A man who dares to waste one hour of time has not discovered the value of time.”

Charles Darwin

How to become an intuitive artist

Dear Fellow Journalers,

This is a post written by Carrie Schmitt and published to the on-line editor (Cherie Haas) of Cloth, Paper, Scissors magazine on May 27, 2015.  Hope you find it helpful.


Cherie Haas Online Editor ClothPaperScissors.com

Dave Matthews once said, “You’ve gotta try something new every once in a while.” And I couldn’t agree more. In fact, that applies to every aspect of my life. So when Carrie Schmitt shared with me the following guest blog post in celebration of her new book, Painted Blossoms: Creating Expressive Flower Art with Mixed Media, my interest was piqued when she told me in advance that the post wasn’t traditional. And then I read her submission, and my heart swelled. Read on, and be inspired by Carrie’s words. ~ Cherie


How To Become An Intuitive Artist by Carrie Schmitt

You wake up one day and want to be an artist. You wish you could go back to school and study art.

You wonder, “Is it too late to start again?”

You discover talented self-taught artists online that are living boldly on their terms.

You want to do that.

You discover intuitive painting, which is about freeing the creativity within.

You put paint to canvas. Timidly. You try to embrace the qualities of intuitive painting–not to judge what is happening on the canvas, not to have self-doubt, to trust the process, to let go of inhibition and restraint.

You judge what is happening on the canvas.

You doubt everything you are doing.

You think this process is for special artsy types with spiky purple hair, tattoos, and combat boots.

You don’t know how to let go. You’ve been holding on to so much for so long.

You keep painting anyway. You stumble through the beginner’s shaky right of passage. The rough patches. The unsophisticated muck. You scratch the surface of what might be possible with time.

You sense the wild within you, but it is stuck. You start to remember this long ago silenced self. You wonder how to get this out of you.

You get frustrated. You think you can’t do it. You keep going.

You have so much to unlearn.

You unlearn “I am not creative.”

You unlearn “Only a few special people are artists.”

You unlearn “I am not good enough.”

You learn to trust.

Trusting yourself means believing in yourself, means loving yourself, means caring for yourself, means your world just flipped upside down.

Because caring for your whole self–mind, body, and spirit–becomes essential. You are a sacred vessel from which creativity flows.

You are sacred.

You create. Over and over. Each time unraveling. Visiting the layers of your self. Diving deeper, your heart swells. There are sensations of light, fire, bursting, shifting, cracking, floating, flowing.

You paint what has never existed before.

You awaken parts of you that never existed before.

Your intuition grows stronger.

The wild in you begins to emerge. You are coming home to yourself.

You feel your power.

You start to see beauty and possibility everywhere. Within. Without.

You let go.

There is softness in the surrender.

You unfold. You let things out. You reclaim the parts of yourself that you love. You forgive the ones that you don’t. You thank them for what they have taught and toss them out with the paint water.

You let the lines blur.

You let the paint guide you.

You let go.

You finish the painting.





Remembering 911- 15 years later

Dear Fellow Journalers,

Here is a re-post from 2014 from G.



I knew I had to write this piece, but I’ve been dreading it at the same time. This piece has to be good. In my opinion, a lot rides on it. This is one I really want to get right.   I thought about writing about where I was and what I was doing. Scratch that. Everyone remembers where and what they were doing that day. I won’t bore you with my story.   I thought about writing about what it meant to me. Scratch that. Everyone had deep feelings about the meaning of 9/11.   I thought about writing about continuing effects of 9/11. Scratch that. . Anyone who’s been through an airport in the last 10 years knows that.   So what does a dumb ass, half ass writer like me write about on this sacred anniversary?   I have not yet been to the new 9/11 museum. I hear it’s fabulous and do plan on going. But I have been to the USS Arizona memorial at Pearl Harbor. I imagine the feeling is exactly the same.   You see Americans hate the very idea of a sneak attack. We Americans declare ourselves. Piss us off and we tell you we’re coming to get you.  Franklin Roosevelt before congress saying “a day which will live in infamy”. George W. Bush on a pile of rumble saying “Those who did this will hear from us soon”.  Americans knock BEFORE they kick down the door. Then we come with a vengeance.   I guess an argument could be made for the sneak attack. But America was founded on a principle called HONOR. We even sent letters of grievance to Mother England way back when. When they ignored us, we struck back. We only respond with aggression when aggression comes against us. A lot of folks would say the hell with honor. Thank God more wise heads prevail. Honor is what keeps America America.

So today we look back on 10 years. The loss of almost 4,000 lives in three separate places. Ceremonies will be held in New York at the WTC site, in Washington at the Pentagon, and in a field at a crash site in Pennsylvania. Tears will flow. More than a few will be from me. You see I’m one of those stupid few who still believe that when diplomacy fails, the place of final resolution is on the battlefield, not on the streets of a civilian community. But forgive an old man his whimsy. I’m a dinosaur. I still believe in honor. I can’t help it. It’s the way I was raised. It’s what I believe.   And you know what? Must be a few of us left. On 9/11/11 a lot of people will come together all over America to remember. I’m sorry, but I believe that a great part of those ceremonies will be those decrying the loss of honor. Those who believe that hostilities should begin with some form of a declaration of war. A matter of HONOR. Those who think that if you disagree with one’s politics, religion, beliefs, or anything else, you DECLARE yourself, THEN come in aggression. That to do less is a matter of DISHONOR.

Oh well, I wanted this to be great piece. A masterpiece! Instead what I’ve written is a thought-provoking piece. One that makes one THINK about the REAL lessons to be learned from 9/11. To start asking questions about what America’s future will look like. I’d like to believe that the honored dead of 9/11 would want it that way.   So as 9/11  10 passes, please think about something called HONOR. If 9/11 was about nothing else, it was about that. And all the memorials and ceremonies will truly be about that. One more thing while I’m on a roll here. Radio and TV are full of lessons learned that tragic day. The subjects are indeed interesting. Better construction, better fire proofing, better safety methods, and of course, better anti-terrorism methods. Since I’m no expert on any of the above, I’d like to take a shot at it from another point of view. So, with your kind indulgence:

NEVER leave your loved ones for the day without telling them you love them. You may never a get chance to do it again. Believe me, I know.

  • NEVER leave your home no matter how late you are with unmade beds or unwashed dishes. It’s a fickle irony that after discovering your loved one is dead, and upon coming home, this is your first chore.
  • NEVER underestimate the power of terrorism, fate, circumstances, sudden illness etc. If you do, they’ll get you every time!
  • ALWAYS  know that a belief in your inner strength and a faith in the Almighty will get you through. Sometimes this can mean and include a trip to eternity.ALWAYS remember that in times of crisis, people will show their true character. Let your character show its bright side. We’re all in this together.

Well, no exciting revelations there! No new scientific, political, historical, or other type news. But please consider this:   The REAL LESSONS of 9 / 11 were not about any of those things. The REAL LESSONS of 9 / 11 were about HUMANITY. It was about the good and evil that encompasses humanity. About the kindness and inhumanity we are capable of showing each other. One 24 hour period that presented the human melodrama in ALL its’ glory and ALL its’ horror. And we were alive to experience it all. May God bless you all, and may He also cause you to remember the PERSONAL lessons learned that day, and every day since.





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