Complete Walking in this World

This is my least favorite Julia Cameron book yet, but I didn’t get to devote the attention and time to it that it needed. I am going to begin The Vein of Gold. It seems to be more what I need right now anyway.

My reward for finishing this course will be a Jack and water at my favorite bar… with my journal and no company.

the layer where this book was lingering, so that’s one good thing.

But I find I don’t want to start it again, or even continue from where I left off six months ago. There is no point in being dogged and plough through it for the sake of it.

It’s just not for me at the moment.

So I will file it away on the bookshelf until 2007.

and decided to have another go.

Chapter 4 is all about discovering a sense of adventure, and I’m really getting in to it!

It says that, too often, we think we know what we love, but in fact we know only some of what we love, and the sum of what we love can grow larger….. there are all sorts of creative possabilities if we keep an open mind, are willing to explore and take risks.

I am not good at taking risks! It’s so…... risky!

This chapter is stressing me out. Its all about childhood and my answers are as follows:

1. When I was a small child I dreamed of growing up to be…......Nothing. It never came up. No teacher planned a little programme around it, no adult ever asked me, it just wasn’t the kind of question that was asked at the time.

My career guidance teacher in secondary school, on my one and only visit to her, was the first, and she took me by surprise. She got the class to write an essay on the subject, and I said I wanted to ba a blacksmith, so I will put that as my answer, even though I am probably 10 years too old by this time.

2. In my childhood, my interest in what art was encouraged? Er, nothing particularly. I was certainly given books and arty materials at Christmas and birthdays, and anything particular I had an interest in, I could ask for specifically at these times. But nothing was ‘encouraged’, as such.

3. In my childhood, my interest in what art was discouraged? See above.

4. If I had had more encouragement, I would have probably tried… okay, this one I can answer. If my family didn’t all roll their eyes and walk out of the room, firmly shutting the door behind them every time I practised, I may have persevered with piano! Can’t blame them though. Scales, scales, scales.

5. The teacher who helped me see my gifts was….....nobody.

6. The childhood friend who helped me see my gifts was…....nobody.

And on it goes.

Maybe it is just me, but I am not connecting with these exercises at all.
5.

of the Artist’s Way and I haven’t heard anything about it….

Not going to worry about finishing each chapter in a week, although I probably should do the artist’s date and walk…

Starting next week :-)