My dad is a tree wizard. I think my dad has a cool mind because he sees things so big picture. (I also think this is related to his dyslexia, as I read in Daniel Pink's book about right brained people, but I digress.) He doesn't always say much, but when he does it'll be this awesome common sense bomb.
So my husband Mike is big into trees, too. He had just become chair of our town's tree committee and he was looking into figuring out which trees would thrive in our town. So he asked my dad which native trees would be good to plant.
And my dad was like "I mean... Just don't mow a certain area. Don't mess with it and see what grows there." Mike and I were like stunned at how obvious that was.
Humans can get caught in this trap of looking externally for the correct answers. And sometimes that makes sense.
I find myself thinking about this when I think about art journaling! It's about looking within yourself, finding your internal inspiration (which is inherently one with, or a reflection of, the external world, by the way) .
It is about trusting in the absolute abundance of your thriving, overflowing intuition! It's about accepting what is there, learning how to receive what will grow. This openness and receptiveness becomes a kind of self-trust.
By art journaling, you create a whole entire space for that trust in yourself. Then as you continuously engage with it, it deepens and grows. You transform.
These marks made, these things placed, these visions solidified visually--they are not nothing!