Monday, June 27, 2011

my yesterday






what I am doing:
I am struggling. with who I am. but that's ok.. i just have to work it through. I mean, I know who i am really.. just not at the moment.
I am still taking part in the You are Your Own Muse with Vivienne McMaster and have a wonderful time taking photos of self.. as you can see above
I am also working through a workshop with Andrea Schroeder - Creative Journal Magick.. oh and boy, am I struggling with that.. being creative.. this year in my journal, I have created only 5 pages.. not sure why.. the Muse went on holidays when I moved in here..and now the gremlins and saboteur are in full force.. constantly telling me that : "this whole thing is pointless, and stupid and that I should be a grown-up and go do important things." ~ makes me cry sometimes because I so, so want to create..
today: I wash & clean the bathroom... that is very important stuff to do.. and then this afternoon.. I create magick in my journal. I have committed and promised myself at least 1/2 hour a day just for that.. oh and then there is the self portraits.. and that is fun!!

10 comments:

mxtodis123 said...

I think you are missing your old home. At least, that is what I am picking up, because I've been through the same thing. Still missing my old place with its magickal garden 12 years later.
Mary

Debra She Who Seeks said...

Blessings to you as you walk the labyrinth of your self, Miss*R.

kim said...

Love you Miss Robyn tag!

Who wants to be a grown up? We all need to pamper the child in our self.
XO

Fire Byrd said...

Maybe you should just take a moment to breathe here and not rush around trying to find yourself. You are here in this moment, hold the feeling even if it's bad and then knowing what the feeling is, let it go through your fingers like sand. let yourself just be. Then move your fingers slowly, then your arms then leap up and if you are feeling good jump up and down for joy. If you are feeling bad jump up and down using all the swear words you know noisily. And remember that whilst you are remembering yesterday and dreaming about tomorrow life is happening right now! And it is only NOW that you can live in and change. So using your physical energy to work with your feelings can you find contentment in the moment. This is mindfulness, the hot therapy of the moment taken from Buddhist philosophy. And it works because you can't bring back the past, or know the future, so you may as well 'be' in the moment of your exsistance.

foxysue said...

I think this is something else on the journey, the journey to self, a stage in our creative journey, you are not alone! Personally I've moved on from some of the hands-on stuff but I sure can get lost in my photography, although I do go back to the collaging now and again.

Be gentle with yourself!

Love Sue x

Imogen said...

Ow, ow, the gremlins, the saboteurs, the [*redacted* foul language *redacted*!] bally gremlns and saboteurs, grrr! Don't let them get you down - working through and past them will come - it's happening even now. Hang in there, Miss Robyn, you'll come through and the Muse will sing to you again. After all, if she didn't have a place in her heart for you, you wouldn't have such a place in your heart for her, if you know what I mean.

Crystalrainbow said...

love the jacket and jack sparrow :) go create now the bathroom can wait hehe take care x x x

gemma said...

Great self portraits!! Creating is the BEST! The actually process and act of creating is so joyful. Those workshops sound wonderful. Oh I love Captain Jack Sparrow too Miss Robyn.
:-)

Janet said...

Great photos! Your workshops sound interesting and anything creative is always good for the soul. I brings out lots of things we don't pay attention to otherwise. Just go with it. I'm sure some of this is because you're in a different house, miss your old one, and haven't yet made the new one "yours"

deb did it said...

FUNtastic photos!! I love knowing your are journaling everyday!

"She seemed to come suddenly upon happiness as if she had surprised a butterfly in the Winter woods"
(edith wharton)