I am continuing to journal in my Gift from the Sea book, and have recommitted to Julie's Art Journal Every Day for December.
Thus far, my journaling "style" appears to be no coherent style at all. Every page, every spread, looks a little different from the rest.
Anne-Marie Desaulniers. (She blogged about the loot I sent to her in the swap here.) At first it made me think of the tangled webs we weave in life at times, but when I came around to making my journal page, it was the eve of the memorial service for my friend Ann. She died last Wednesday, after a nearly decade-long fight with a brain tumor, leukemia, and then another brain tumor. Age 43 is much too young to leave this world, and at age 10, her little boy is much too young to be left motherless. But those are the birds of sorrow that have flown over our church community, and as the quotation on my page suggests, "I cannot prevent the birds of sorrow from passing over my head, but I can keep them building a nest in my hair." Ann was a faithful and positive light in this world, and our best tribute to her is to continue to shine that light!