For the last several months I have been exploring a new possibility for myself. I have even dabbled in a few attempts of doing it myself. I have bought my tools, supplies, and begun to collect ideas, and samples of what I am hoping to do.
It seems that I am certainly not the only one who is fascinated by this. As I have admitted my new interest in this, others have also confessed to doing it. I have even been invited to a monthly meeting of others who do this regularly. There are a huge growing variety of books, and pictures of this phenomena.
As I experiment with this, I do find myself spending more times doing it, than I thought I would. With even such a simple, almost childlike pleasure, it keeps me focused on what I am doing, forgetting everything else around me. In that special sense, it is like therapy for my soul, and mind. My thoughts are simplified, and I become grounded in the moment, and the direct sensation of what my hands and eyes are telling me to do. My choices are based on what my heart, and my instincts tell me I should pick and which medium is right for that particular area. Nothing is right, choices are not wrong. There is no failure. Just pleasure.
For me, my pleasure is heightened by adding music in the background, or doing this outdoors in a warm, sunlight space.
It can be as complex, or as simple as I want it to be. I can do it quickly, or take days to finish it off. Just the sheer pure expression of myself....for myself.
Relief, relaxing, and gives me rest.
Answer to this cryptic description:
doodling
zentangles
coloring.
Just pen, paper, colors, and your imagination and releasing your self onto paper. Patterns, designs, going with the flow. By letting your mind, soul, problems, joys., or what ever is inside of you that needs to be expressed or even discovered...take form, shape, color, and size.
Surprise yourself, just try.
I did, and am loving it.
It seems that I am certainly not the only one who is fascinated by this. As I have admitted my new interest in this, others have also confessed to doing it. I have even been invited to a monthly meeting of others who do this regularly. There are a huge growing variety of books, and pictures of this phenomena.
As I experiment with this, I do find myself spending more times doing it, than I thought I would. With even such a simple, almost childlike pleasure, it keeps me focused on what I am doing, forgetting everything else around me. In that special sense, it is like therapy for my soul, and mind. My thoughts are simplified, and I become grounded in the moment, and the direct sensation of what my hands and eyes are telling me to do. My choices are based on what my heart, and my instincts tell me I should pick and which medium is right for that particular area. Nothing is right, choices are not wrong. There is no failure. Just pleasure.
For me, my pleasure is heightened by adding music in the background, or doing this outdoors in a warm, sunlight space.
It can be as complex, or as simple as I want it to be. I can do it quickly, or take days to finish it off. Just the sheer pure expression of myself....for myself.
Relief, relaxing, and gives me rest.
Answer to this cryptic description:
doodling
zentangles
coloring.
Just pen, paper, colors, and your imagination and releasing your self onto paper. Patterns, designs, going with the flow. By letting your mind, soul, problems, joys., or what ever is inside of you that needs to be expressed or even discovered...take form, shape, color, and size.
Surprise yourself, just try.
I did, and am loving it.
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