Category Archives: Journaling

Once Upon a Time in the Northwest

Posted on July 7, 2011 by sandyjensen

When I was a child I became aware my father had lived another life before me and my siblings. Continue reading →

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Journey. Grace. Giant.

Posted on March 3, 2011 by sandyjensen

Synchronicity is not to be looked directly in the eye: the shamanic world speaks from the margins. Continue reading →

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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 →

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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 →

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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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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 →

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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 →

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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 →

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