Visual Journal Entry #12

As mentioned earlier, this is the 12th one.

I like the easy tone of this visual journal entry, the purple color seems to dominate the elements in this spread. It becomes a pivot for which all colors and images rests. Even the fashion of the woman borrows a lot of color from the purple strip. Upon closer look at that strip, it is like the feathers of peacock, fragile but a feast to the eyes, it has rich colors within its tiny thin streaks. 

Still, the mild coffee color strip of thicker volume looks sturdier and it lends a noticeable background. It supports the two white squares which usually bears the written message in a journal or in a letter. A smiling cat sets the mood. But we can see some jar, time tower, scale and a parcel package scattered across the whole canvas. The flowers are giving some vibrant color in this rather dissolved in white feel spread.

It was originally designed as a get well soon card for someone. And it is in that someone's possession right now. So, this is the first visual journal entry that I gave away. 

Anyways, healing is something that comes in the right time, if we have the right medicines, right frame of (happy and content) mind, if we read and feed our soul with the right healing words and if we let the flowers of life continue to bloom and flourish, then we are in our journey of healing. 

Perhaps, the purple strip is like the water that supplies the healing power.

Have a good day my dear readers.

Treat yourself well

Visual Journal Entry #13

The mysterious, mystical, incomprehensible number 13

Okay, a little back story, I have already done visual journal #12 and upon checking, ooops I haven't posted it in the blog yet, it then reminded me of how busy life has been since -ber months started.

Anyways, I am supposed to post a new visual journal today and upon checking, whoa, it is the 13th visual journal already. So, I will post the 12th visual journal after posting this 13th visual journal. It will become a back to back post for today!

So, here it is the 13th visual journal.

You can see that it is the same woman in visual journal #2, but it was a different surface. In visual journal #2 she was in the A5 notebook spread, but now in visual journal #13 she is in a 13x20 cm card stock, seemingly framed in a transparent oversized postal stamp, somehow lending it the notion that it is for sending, for going away, like a parcel that needs to be sent from a source point to its destination. Our lady holding the flowers deep in thought, showing just a little of her face is journeying again, this time leaving the heavy A5 notebook that housed her before, she is in a single card stock, ready to go with lesser baggage.

The moon is above her while her feet is lightly touching the earth. Aside from a bouquet of flowers, she is holding some kind of document, perhaps a map or perhaps a detailed journal of what she needs to do, who knows? Her eyes are hiding, she is difficult to read but as usual her steps are confident and full of resolve. Note, the jar of flowers on the upper right part, she has preserved some flowers inside a glass jar. The black and white flowers, wildly perched on top, level with the moon looks otherworldly. Where is she going? The mystery remains. Much like the number of this visual journal.

By the way it is full moon, my loves, so keep the light shining.

The lady holding flowers and a document

Let's calm down

...and possibly have some sip of hot tea or hot coffee over some freshly baked bread.

It is a typical -ber weather right now, cool breeze, drizzling, cloudy skies, lovely weather.

To top it all, it is a slow Friday work week.

Weekend is just around the corner.

I want to provide a warm blanket or comforter to anyone who's been out and cold.

Let's try to have a quiet corner, warmed by hot tea and company.

I want you to feel my warm welcome. Like a thick jacket to protect our bodies from unforgiving freezing cold. 

Welcome my loves.

Welcome my darlings.

Sending you all my love and embrace.

Monday the 13th

To avoid the moody and brooding ghost, I am posting my warmest greeting to my one and only SO <3

May this make you happy and remembered and loved ^^

Man in the Mirror | The Philippine Madrigal Singers

Deep Black Mourning

Song to the Siren | This Mortal Coil

Oh my heart

The story of medicine refill day

Today is a good day.

Today is Sunday and it is time for family, for resting longer than usual, time to sleep more soundly, time for faith rituals, time for self-care and time for writing.

Also, this time of the year is the time for personal medicine container refill.

I try to take stock and refill my medicine container cyclically so I can check whether the contents are still usable or whether I need to get new supplies or just let it stay inside my small medicine can.

This is my personal medicine container

Well, the contents are really simple:

paracetamol

vitamin c

cough remedy

antihistamine

chili porous capsicum

adhesive bandage

Potions

You see, it is so simple.

But what I really want to talk about is that I am inspired by this:

So, yes, I am in search of more antidotes because the dark is here again.

Also, the past weeks were full of revelation about health crises, I found myself in the position of bringing a patient to the ER, visiting a patient in a hospital ward, bringing a patient to a dentist, receiving news of death, receiving news of big health crisis and I myself had been under the weather for two full weeks.

The last weeks were full of bodies needing rest, bodies needing remedy, soul needing rest, soul needing healing, mind body and soul needing restoration and cure and rejuvenation.

We are all poisoned and we are living in a badly polluted and poisoned environment.

Our mother earth is really sick right now. She cries. She weeps. She needs help. She is asking us to heal her. We are her children, we need to help her. We need to find healing within us so we can heal her too.

She is waiting for us to heal her.

In this other half of the year, the start of collective going under begins as we welcome the new moon eclipse. I hope we find the light of healing as we go through the following months. 

F13

Persephone | Cocteau Twins

Oh, you are but ever by the jar