My journal pages are filled with scribbles, scrawls, doodles, smushes of paint and free writing as evidenced here:
Smushed paint, “found image”
Smushed paint, doodles with marker, free thought writing
This is what I wrote. Looked at the picture I doodled and wrote spontaneously.
We create life trails and no not, not know
where they lead nor what we encounter on the way
as we make our way to an unknown end.
We leave a line for others to follow.
The trail of our life
Clear paths or littered with debris.
Need to catch up? Here’s what happened to me:
In pain, Need Sympathy
Food for the HEEL
Non-stop writing, stream of consciousness, free writing . . . it doesn’t matter what you call it – it can change your brain, change your day, change your relationships, change your life.
I’m not being overly dramatic as there is a body of research which shows that simply putting pen to paper changes your brain.
Easy Peasy Writing How-to
Write on! by Peggy
Choose a focus – a situation, feeling, thought and create a “topic Sentence” If you can’t think of a specific begin with “Right this moment I am thinking . . . ” or “I am feeling . . .” or ” “I can’t think of anything . . . “
It can be anything in the past, the present or the future.
- Use a pen that writes smoothly and comfortable to your hand. Don’t use a keyboard since the act of writing with your hand is important. Your small muscle movement is expressive (much like artistic expression, your handwriting is unique to you. It doesn’t matter if it’s legible or beautiful as the movement registers with your brain in ways that tapping out letters on a keyboard do not).
- Set a timer for approximately 20 minutes. It takes that long for your unconscious brain to push through your logical thinking processes.
- Use a journal, a piece of paper, a brown bag – it doesn’t matter.
- Start with your “topic sentence”, thought, feeling . . . just start.
- Write continuously for 20 minutes, never letting the pen stop. If your mind goes blank simply makes loop-d-loops with the pen until you have words to put down. Write quickly, spontaneously, intuitively. It doesn’t matter what you write just put down on paper where your mind takes you.
- Do not be concerned about spelling, punctuation or grammar.
- Do not be concerned if it doesn’t make sense.
Read research How Writing About Past Failures May Help You Succeed In The Present, click here
Not feeling very inspired cuz Fibromyalgia has been competing for my attention but here’s a sample of what I’ve journaled for the journaling class:
Fishy Fishy 19th Century Nursery Rhyme, not by me
Fishy Fishy in a brook
Papa catch ’em with a hook
Mama fry ’em in a pan
Baby eat ’em like a man
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Journal Prompt: “You’re never too old to set another goal or dream another dream.” C.S. Lewis
Dolly at rest
I cut out Dolly (and some other images) days ago and stuck her in the journal book. Unconsciously she wove her way into my journal free-writing during MaryAnn Easley’s journal class so I pasted her (Dolly, not MaryAnn) on the page. I think she’s comfortable there even though I cut away the chair she was sitting in.
I’m never sure if I just have trouble following “rules”, have attention deficit disorder, or get easily bored. I’ve decided it’s all three . . . and I’m not joking.
I decided to embrace “my tendencies” for the journal writing class. Instead of just journal WRITING I’m combining it with doodling, collage, free writing (aka stream of consciousness) and what ever else might amuse me.
- I do not like starting on blank white pages so I smeared paint on the pages.
- I do not like doing anything in sequence. I am just writing, doodling, collaging at random throughout the journal
Cover of old journal I’m using – already covered with acrylic paint
A free-write with one-line doodles
In class – randomly pick a word cut out from newspaper. Free associate a list of words (The last word written might have significance). I free associated all over the page and lost track of the last word (which, as you know, is rare for me as I like to get in the last word).
Maybe it unconsciously prompted this next collage?
I might use this collage as a writing prompt to see what my unconscious is saying . . . or not
It’s suggested to journal 3 pages every day. Instead of 3 pages I did 3 sections: Free writing, things-to-do-list and one-line bird doodles
P.S. Since this is my PRIVATE journal don’t tell anyone else.
That was the writing prompt today in the journal class. I don’t like to be reminded I should be happy, grateful . . . I blame it on college – being surrounded by barefoot “flower children”, wearing tie-dye, flowers stuck in flowing hair, singing about love (not to mention “practicing” it) while I was working 30 hours a week to pay for my education. Did I mention I went to The University of California at Berkeley . . . ?
Berkeley was a foreign country across the world from the Arizona high school I had attended: Girls were allowed to wear pants to school one day a year – rodeo day; The only drug I knew about was aspirin; Acid was hydrochloric; If you went barefoot the bottom of your feet would be seared from the 124 degree summer heat and; “Love” was “necking” at the drive-in theatre. (It was aptly called “necking” as all the action took place from the neck up).
I was out of my element in college. I watched, listened, standing on the outside looking in and had no clue I was observing a cultural phenomena. All my time and energy went to financial and academic survival.
Decades later hearing positive sayings, aphorisms, slogans my brain reels itself emotionally back to college when I was in survival mode – working, studying, envious of those who untied their ribbons and freely, spontaneously savored the gifts of each day of their lives.
Today I drive a VW Beetle with a peace sign on the side . . . go figure