Maybe you’ve felt the tug to begin an art journal but aren’t sure where to start…

You’re not alone. So many women I meet feel that quiet pull — to gather scraps of paper, to dip into paint, to lay their hearts down on the page — but they hesitate. They wonder if it has to be beautiful, if it’s only for “real artists,” or if they even have anything worth expressing. Let me offer this: an art journal isn’t about creating a polished masterpiece. It’s about discovery. It’s about giving shape to what you feel, to what you can’t yet say, to the parts of your story that need a safe, colorful container.

There is a rhythm to becoming—one that does not rush, one that cannot be forced. It moves through shadow, glimmers, thresholds, and light, carrying us deeper into ourselves with every step.

This is what I call The Soulful Journey.

The Soulful Journey wasn’t something I dreamed up at a desk—it was something that rose up to meet me when I needed it most.

I was standing in a season of questions. A season of shadow, of uncertainty, of searching for words that didn’t yet exist. I longed for a way to make sense of the silence, to find meaning in the waiting, to see beauty even in the ache.