This semester I chose to take a break from taking my Bachelor’s of Adult Education prompted by a new job and an unknown workload. Sitting here today on this fine Sunday morning I muse that I miss going to school every Saturday. Crazy eh? I most definitely miss my tiny cohort of 6. I also found out that the Professor that is running the current course is in my top two favourites so far. I seems, some days like a double whammy that I am not able to attend. Yesterday one of my classmates even told me that this course is the easiest one thus far. AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Don’t tell me that! Oh well…we have to own our choices.
Today I thought I would share with you a journal entry that I made in honour of the last professor I had. She was wonderful and supportive and I thought she was journal entry worthy. She did some amateur acting on the side so I called her our leading lady. This shows you that you can literally make a journal entry for any reason. She reignited my love for learning and discussion and teaching. Thank you Starr!
For this entry I used acrylic paints and stencils to colour the background and then used magazine pictures and words to convey my main thoughts. The writing with my sharpie came after I completed the whole picture. On the last day of class I presented her with a colour photocopy of the page and she was very moved that she had inspired me to make art. Later Starr let me know that I had inspired her to get back to her art as well. Happy!
I received a pretty little journal (maybe 6″ x 8″) in the mail last month from someone in our round robin Journal pass group named Beth. The theme of her journal was “things with wings”. Many people had done dragons and such, yet for some reason I focused my artistic energy towards painting these two sweet Angels.
When I think of Angels I think of all my precious friends and family who have helped me through hard times over the years and in doing so have become part of my success story. For now I am only going to speak about one such Angel. Her name is Nola. Nola and I have been friends now for 34 years. We met back in high school when we were in grade 10. We went through a lot together, and even though we live far apart we still call each other friend.
Why is Nola and Angel, you ask?
When I was going through my separation and my husband first left me I did not know which way to turn. One day, soon after the break up, I decided it was necessary to make to meet with a counselor at the local Social Services office to discuss my situation. I needed to feel more confident in my ability to live, eat, and support my children, and so I went there to speak to someone about my situation and ask for some short-term financial help. I remember it was winter time and very cold outside on the day I went to apply for help. Inside the office I stood behind a woman in the long line of people waiting to speak to a clerk. It shocked me to see that even though it was snowing outside she stood in front of me with broken shoes, no socks, and a torn coat. It seemed as if life had not been kind to her. I was very emotional with all that was going on and when I arrived back home I called Nola and told her what I saw and shared that it was a scary thought that I might end up in that same way. She said to me in such a strong and reassuring voice…”Heather…I will never let that happen to you”. She stood true to her claim and never did. She would take me grocery shopping and helped me afford paint to jazz up my dingy apartment. She was there for me in every way. She never let me fall. Her wings lifted me and helped me through one of the hardest times in my life. This is why she is an Angel. I love you Nola!
Who are the people in your life who are Angels is disguise? How did they help you in a time of need? Have you told them how much you love and appreciate how they have helped you? Maybe today is the day!
Sometimes in all the cuffuffle of daily life I sometimes forget who I am. Today I needed to remind myself. I, Heather Gailey, am a colourful and creative creature! Now I have to mail it away because I painted the picture in someone else’s journal.