Ever since I went through my Creative Journal Expressive Arts training in 2003 - I've been cuckoo for crayons.
I have this terrific art space in my office large white paper is just waiting to be colored.
If I'm bummed about so many bills, so little checks - I scribble!
When I'm worrying over a big decision - I color!
And if I'm pissed off at the latest slight, insult or political snafu - I scrawl giant red and black words across the page.
My Creative Journal is THE place to leave my cares on the page. There my troubles are grounded, my indignation out safely on paper where it will go up in flames in my monthly full moon fires.
Where do you put your problems to rest?
