My moleskin is full.
At the start of every semester I buy one moleskin for every class. I keep class notes, writing and ideas all from that one notebook. There are semesters, or classes when the notebook is lost, or unfilled at the end of the semester. Sometimes the notes of other classes creep in if I’ve grabbed the wrong one, or misplaced the correct one for a week or two.
At the beginning of my summer I bought three notebooks. One for my Book Arts independent study, one for my thesis, and one for Armagh. I didn’t know how I was going to juggle both Book Arts and Armagh this summer, but I knew the notebooks would help me organize the processes and my steps. I started working feverishly on my independent study project and carefully filled that notebook. I spent a lot of time thinking about my thesis and carefully unfolding the ideas of this project into it’s own notebook. I organized the contents and color coded things. When I left off to Armagh, the notebook for that journey was empty.
My Armagh notebook is two pages shy of full. There is no need for the previous thesis notebook, I have launched off in a completely different direction and feel content with where it is going ( In all honesty, it wasn’t until writing this blog post that I remembered I had an idea for my thesis before coming to Ireland), and my Book Arts notebook is filling up as consequence of Ireland. Here’s the point: This experience has completely swallowed me, and spit me out enhanced and centered. Armagh Project has boosted me to a new level of creative madness and clearing. I came not knowing to expect, but being open and ready to work. I complete this experience with a body of work and creative ideas that answer all questions and will keep me busy for the next year at least. I am so thankful. My time here in Ireland has been beautiful and full of creative and personal growth. I could write another blog post on just my cohorts and network. It was all amazing and I leave feeling rejuvenated and at peace.
This place and time have been absolutely magical and I couldn’t be more thankful for the opportunity. I have squeezed out all the nectar from this moment and it’s wonderful.
A version of this draft was originally published August 3, 2015 on the Armagh Project Blog