This week Grace discovered an old journal I bought for her three years ago at a library book sale. She poured through her old entries which brought her back in time to when she first began homeschooling. Back then she was more of a list maker and she detailed her day from morning though night. I encouraged her to pick up that journal again and jump right in now, three years later. The person she is now is so different than that ten year old girl. How she has grown. How her life has changed. Imagine the rediscovery of yourself at 10, 13, 15, 18, etc.....
I shared this story with the girls and I encouraged, but did not require, our art journaling group to write. Write about what they are feeling, thinking, wondering, questioning, wanting, reading, playing, visiting, learning. Set a timer if it helps keep the pen moving across the paper and move those thoughts from the inside of your soul to the outside.
I think that is where some children get caught up in the act of writing. It is not the physical act that is challenging, it is the emotional act of writing. Of taking a piece of your private self and sharing it. Those children may feel more comfortable making lists or favorite things, or writing down a favorite recipe, something that is not so personal and private.
The page was adhered to the journal with Modge Podge and then sprayed with Krylon Crystal Clear Acrylic Coating 1303A. This is super stinky and I did not let the children do this. I took their page outside to spray and then gave it a quick dry with the hairdryer. Open windows for good ventilation, or better yet, do this page En Plein Air!
The Krylon provides a smooth finish to the page which allows the writer/artist to add another layer with ease. A word or phrase or quote that acts as a title is written across the page and details are added and colored in.
The girls wrote about moving from Florida, backyard chicken antics, wanting to own a bakery, blessings, all the things that are important in their lives right now. Imagine how wonderful it will be to open up these journals years from now and rediscover a bit of who you were when you were ten, eleven, twelve and thirteen years old.
How I wish I had kept my old journals.