Tag: visual journaling

The Life That Holds Me

Norma sits cross-legged on the ground in a red shirt and black pants, gently touching the earth with one hand while looking downward. The illustration reads, “The Life That Holds Me” and “I am not separate from what sustains me.”

The Space I Keep For Myself

Norma sits peacefully with her eyes closed inside a white circle surrounded by black, wearing a red shirt. The illustration reads, “The Space I Keep for Myself” and “I don't have to do anything to belong here.”

The Line I Drew

Norma stands inside a white circle against a black background, with one foot stepping into the white space beyond it. Wearing a red shirt and black pants, she looks down thoughtfully at the boundary she is crossing.

The Chain I Hold

Norma looks down thoughtfully at a loose chain she holds in one hand, while the other end circles her wrist. Against a black background, her red shirt and white hands emphasize the moment she recognizes her own participation in holding on.

What Is Mine to Carry?

Black-and-white illustration of Norma in a red shirt looking down at a box labeled “My Part,” standing between boxes representing others’ responsibilities and her own values and peace.

Room for What Is

Norma, wearing a red shirt and black pants, walks through open doors toward a winding white path beneath a black sky and setting sun. The words reflect being present without knowing what comes next.

The Line Ends

Norma crouches beside the end of a winding line, recognizing that some endings ask nothing more of her.

What Is Here

Norma looks thoughtfully at a stack of books labeled ideas, experience, curiosity, perspective, skills, patience, and still here.

Showing Up

Norma writes in a notebook beside books labeled Practice, Progress, and Me, illustrating how repetition shapes who she becomes.

The Crack

Norma holds a cracked white bowl and looks at it quietly. Text reads, “The Crack. I can see it without having to fix it.

The Grip

Norma sits curled up, holding herself tightly, reflecting on the difference between protecting what matters and holding it too tightly.

The Opening

Norma crouches beside a seemingly solid black wall and notices a small opening at its base.

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