My Hands

I am so grateful for my hands.

Paper and makers are simple and joyous together with my hands.

 

They look like my daddy's hands.

Just 20 Seconds

A friend, Lisa, posted on FaceBook:

 

"You know, sometimes all you need is twenty seconds of insane courage. Just literally twenty seconds of just embarrassing bravery. And I promise you, something great will come of it."

It was shared amongst her friends. Its brilliant of course.

I had to get it down in my Inhale Exhale journal.

So I did...

 

Recently, I was with three friends. Two of us were talking about journaling. One pulled a roll of decorative tape from her purse and we joked about her having it.

The other said "I don't have time or money for that."

 

Not sure that that meant. Its tape. Journaling is pen and ink.

One of the cheaper obsessions I have had.

 

What I did is take that into my head as a critical voice.

I was off kilter for a few days, sort of diffusely angry.

 

As I went about my life I kept hearing that. I kept with

it wondering why I was reacting that way.

Then it hit me that I feel guilty for this time in my life

that allows me the luxury to create, specifically to journal.

Most of what I have created I have turned into product to sale. Now I mostly work for the sheer pleasure of using my hands. And I feel guilty for it!

I mean, I do it anyway but I steal the pleasure from myself

with the guilt I am choosing to feel...

Later I had a perfect day. Rode my bike, had a massage, a hot shower with good smelly products. I thought if today was my birthday then it was perfectly spent.

Oh wait, should I not celebrate every single day of living?

 

What if I did?

Just what if I did????