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yearly planner ritual









My yearly ritual of creating a cover for my planner is one I savor and adore as part of the year's sacred rhythm. Sit. Wish. Cut and paste. Trust the process. There always emerges a color story and an illustrated narrative of where I am and where I want to go. They seem to show that each turn around the sun, I go deeper and deeper into my own discovery, though each one is as unique as the years that unfold between their pages.

As a base, I use a sheet of blank sticker paper, cut to size (which you can buy at Staples for about $15 for a pkg of 25 sheets - great to have for many things), and collage my images as I would onto a journal page, with lots of glue. Once it's finished, I just round the two right facing corners (love my corner rounder!), and peel and stick. So easy, and it seems to give the Moleskine a bit of extra sturdiness and wears well throughout the year. Any corners that might peel up I just smear on a little extra glue. 

This year's message is wild and shadowy, yet very grounded... Earth. Nature. Embodiment. Rooting. Growing into the unknown. Another shadowy color story with pops of red and pink.... I am really feeling the RED this year. Makes sense with my very rooted intentions, and word of the year. 

The quote reads, "Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness." Mmm... so good.

As if I ever could ;)







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  1. I LOVE this! And I am about to embark on a new Moleskine ... so brilliant way to personalize it and inspire me to use it! xo

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    1. yay for Moleskine love!!! I low yours will be gorgeous and full of possibility! xo

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