Scribble, scrabble...

It is interesting how things happen in our journals if we allow them to.

I was watching the water sprinkler's hypnotizing back & forth movement and was suddenly transported into early childhood. So much that I wanted to draw (paint) like I child. It was probably triggered by my upcoming trip. I am getting ready for a long trip across the ocean to visit my parents and I'm thinking about them a lot...

I held the pencil way up high, like a three year old, with my hand formed in a fist around it and started my silly drawing. (Sorry Mark that I turned your adorable visitor into this creature... I really had to paint him and I was in my three-year old mode, so I couldn't do a better job.)

Then I started writing about things that I remember from my childhood, which turned into writing about dear (mostly gone) people, then more happy things and at the end my mindless writing came back to the present time and I had a real "aha!" moment. Some things connected without me even trying to think about them. So interesting! I sat there looking at my drawings and words and wondered where did that thought come from. What an unexpected bonus from journaling! Try it... allow yourself to just "do" (paint, draw, write) and you might be surprised too.

P.S. I forgot to say that international entries for my giveaway are welcome! I will pick someone on Thursday :-)