After talking to my uncle so much lately, I've found myself thinking about my grandma (my dad's mom). She and I weren't very close; I always had the feeling that I was just another grandkid to her. A dot in a mob. But I always had this sense of she's my grandma, she must care about me in that grandmotherly way. As I got older I assumed that she just didn't know how to express it when she was with me, but that she was writing down how she felt. So when she died, I was certain I'd find a journal somewhere, with her words in it, letting me know who she really is. I helped Dad sort through her stuff, my expectations turning to disappointment as the day wore on and no journal was ever discovered.
Since then, I've grown more and more certain of the power that written words have. Writing things down---thoughts, hopes, disappointments, whatever---with the idea of someday sharing with someone else is an intimate way of preserving a bit of yourself. But who says you have to wait until you're gone to share your words? Why not share them now?
That's the concept behind my Gift of Words class at Big Picture Scrapbooking. It helps you start small, by writing little word gifts in your Christmas cards, so you can write something significant in just a few minutes. Then I goes big and helps you write a long word gift, a letter to a valuable person in your life that says something personal and important.
The class starts on Thursday and is just two weeks long. Unlike the rest of my classes, it's not so much about scrapbooking as it is just learning how to express yourself a bit better. Which means no supplies, no project to stress you out; no stress at all, really. Just learning to write something significant. If you're interested, now's the time to sign up! Click here for more details.
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