These pages with various shades of green were accomplished to music. I am trying various new sounds as I journal. The music was without words and more on the classical side.

As I continue on this journey I find I am writing more on each page. It is okay to write in two totally different colors of ink and not in complete sentences. A year ago I would not have done this.

The five pages are connected - there is rhyme and reason to be revealed at a future time.

I am also able to paint across the images, to actually cover them up. And, I am really beginning to enjoy the art of tearing. These pages are layers of myself and I am attempting to peel each layer - dig deeper without the fear.

~The door to the past is a strange door~