Journaling in the land of Winged

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Monday, June 9, 2008

Isn't it amazing when we're creative by mistake?

Random thinking allows us to put forth thoughts and ideas leave room for us to rethink mistakes in our lives. Many pieces of my art has come about through mistakes. The dictionary says that a mistake is something done incorrectly or an incorrect idea or opinion. I worry about my clay, is it too... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, June 8, 2008

These are too good to not pass around. Enjoy...

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Saturday, June 7, 2008

This picture was taken in the woods...do you believe in ghosts?

I believe spirits come in many forms. We have to be careful not to welcome ungodly spirits into our psyche. Fear is the most evil and can do us the most harm. I got this picture off the internet. The story goes after taking this picture, the photographer died of a heart attack. Judge Judy says, when... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, June 6, 2008

Meditation Prayer: "When the day returns, call us up with morning faces and

*This is my interpretation of the "sadness" disease. My vitals are out of sorts, I am confused, and I can't seem to pull my psyche together. with morning hearts, eager to labor, happy if happiness be our portion, and if the day be marked for sorrow, strong to endure." by Robert Louis Stevenson So... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Going along with the theory that “to be human is to have a story to tell,

I began telling stories with clay. It is the nature of art and writing to reveal what is hidden. Much of art was just sculpted by subtracting everything that wasn't art, and what was created revealed something about myself and the way God was working in me. Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, June 1, 2008

Our dreams, hopes and inner voices are worth exploring...

*Land of Winged where I dream up my sculptures no matter how ordinary they may seem. Some dreams feel like on-off events while others feel more like a parallel worlds still going on even after we wake. Not long ago I dreamed I was a young pretty cowgirl searching for love in the Old West. Yes, it is... Sign in to see full entry.

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Welcome to the land of Winged...

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Saturday, May 31, 2008

Children use crayons. Writers use words. Follow their lead write colorful!

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Wednesday, May 28, 2008

The key to happiness is conquering our fear...

Psychology tells us that the libido is exactly the same in all of us. Male or female, saint or sinner, we all desire the same kinds of pleasure, differing only in the way we go about getting what we want. Most of us prefer ease and luxury to discomfort. There are a few who strive on discomfort and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, May 27, 2008

There is a girl inside...me...

This poem by Lucille Clifton speaks of me: there is a girl inside she is randy as a wolf she will not walk away and leave these bones to an old woman she is a green tree in a forest of kindling she is a green girl in a used poet she has waited patient as a nun for the second coming when she can... Sign in to see full entry.

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My journaling is kind of a walk through my mind while searching for joy through self-expression. Though it was never my original intent, my concern quite naturally turned from the idea of me "feeling good" to the idea of you "feeling good." I personally believe being engaged in writing and art making is better than not andliving without depression, pain and anger is better than living with them. Check out my websites, www.sculptingtheheart.com. I thank you for your comments to insure my own growth as a writer and artist.

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