Summer on Salisbury Plain is quite astonishing. There are vast swathes of wildflowers to be found … knee-deep, thigh-deep blankets of vipers’ bugloss or dropwort, wild heliotrope or wild field poppies, weld or sainfoin or mignonette … and every year it’s different.
Every day, I start my journal by writing my affirmations at the top of page one.
I know that lots of people struggle with the idea of affirmations; they feel “phony” or “fake” when they say them. Some people feel that affirmations are a bit “new-agey”, “hippie”, “out there”, or basically just not for them.
But here’s the amazing thing about affirmations … they can be whatever you want them to be. They are YOUR affirmations, no one else need ever read them or even know about them, if you do not choose to share them.
Words saved my life.
Writing righted my life.
And now I don’t want to stop.
I know that I will never stop writing. My journal is where I can lay my burden down, my journal is where I can explore how I feel, where my fears are coming from.
My journal is the garden where I plant my seeds of ideas, my seeds of who I want to become.
My journal is where I do serious work and it is where I frolic and play!
Cyanotype printing is a very old form of photography. This photographic printing process which produces a cyan-blue print, was used by engineers well into the 20th century as a simple and low-cost process to produce copies of drawings, referred to as blueprints. Many of you will be familiar with architects’ blueprints.
