Author Archives: sandyjensen

Today, I feel calm. Today, I feel mystified.

Posted on February 26, 2011 by sandyjensen

I am nothing.

I will never be anything.

I cannot wish to be anything.

Bar that, I have in me all the dreams of the world. Continue reading →

Posted in Art, Journaling | 7 Comments

Chronicles of the Whangdoodle Poetry, Art and Agate Society

Posted on February 24, 2011 by sandyjensen

The Whangdoodle Poetry, Art, and Agate Society (Sandy and Peter Jensen; Cheryl and Tom Long) met for the long President’s Day weekend at the Cliff House in Waldport, Oregon, overlooking the mouth of the Alsea River. The painting challenge was … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | 6 Comments

Betsy Waits in the Green Room

Posted on February 11, 2011 by sandyjensen

When I am most at deep play, absorbed in the world of a story I am telling to myself, Betsy is with me as she has always been, Continue reading →

Posted in Journaling, Myth of Me, Sandy's Memoirs, West of Wenatchee | 2 Comments

Keeping an art journal is like dreaming

Posted on February 7, 2011 by sandyjensen

Keeping an art journal is like dreaming Continue reading →

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It was on a bright, starry night that the traveling circus rolled into town

Posted on January 17, 2011 by sandyjensen

It was on a bright, starry night that the traveling circus rolled into town. Continue reading →

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Her Dress is on Fire with Stories

Posted on January 12, 2011 by sandyjensen

Somebody locked the kid in the car again. The fox is on the tracks. Her dress is on fire with stories. Continue reading →

Posted in Art, Journaling | 3 Comments

If I were a mountain, I’d be NeahKahNie

Posted on January 9, 2011 by sandyjensen

If I were a mountain, I would be Mount Neahkahnie, close to the people, close to the sky, feet in the sea. If I were a bird, I would be a snow goose with dawn light on my wings. If … Continue reading →

Posted in Art, Journaling, Poetry, Teaching | 4 Comments

Things That Stop Me In My Tracks

Posted on January 5, 2011 by sandyjensen

I got lost going home to Glen Ivy. The familiar road washed away, rutted and pitted by rain, Coldwater Creek with its arsenal of stone forced us all to find another way. I stop in my tracks, bewildered. I’ve been … Continue reading →

Posted in EDL Family Reunion, Emissaries of Divine Light, Glen Ivy, Poetry | 10 Comments

What’s Worth Looking At Today?

Posted on December 24, 2010 by sandyjensen

Dec. 6 walk by the Willamette River in the Eugene, Oregon area. Continue reading →

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How would you get to school and back each day?

Posted on December 22, 2010 by sandyjensen

Dec.  21st, 2010 Myth of Me Question #21: How would you get to school and back each day? I spent ten years of my life riding Bus #15 to school and back. Our bus stop was the furthest out on … Continue reading →

Posted in Journaling, Myth of Me, Sandy's Memoirs, West of Wenatchee | 4 Comments