Writing & Journal Exercises

Joie De Vivre

I remember the smell of perfume on my skin.  It smelled intoxicatingly rich with the whimsy of coca cola and I felt good.  An aura of joie de vivre surrounded me and it became a uniquely eventful evening.  It renewed my faith in the power of attraction.

I remember the taste of citrus in the summer Sun.  You can taste it with your eyes as you tear into the orange sphere with your fingers.  The bright juicy inside glistening in the light, happy to be freed, happy to be appreciated.  And then a morsel to the tongue - sweetness and joy.

I remember the sound of love standing on stage after a long respite, singing with all its might.

I remember the sight of a rainbow, giant and clear, arching over Niagara Falls.  Majestic beauty.

I remember the touch of pastels as I blend the colours into each other with keen strokes of my fingers.  The grain of the strong paper beneath and the smooth gliding of the colour supporting my creative urge.

Exercise:  Sense Memory - A variation on Write From The Senses.   [A Writer's Book of Days: A Spirited Companion & Lively Muse for The Writing Life by Judy Reeves pg. 29]

I remember the smell of perfume on my skin.  It smelled intoxicatingly rich with the whimsy of coca cola and I felt good.  An aura of joie de vivre surrounded me and it became a uniquely eventful evening.  It renewed my faith in the power of attraction.

I remember the taste of citrus in the summer Sun.  You can taste it with your eyes as you tear into the orange sphere with your fingers.  The bright juicy inside glistening in the light, happy to be freed, happy to be appreciated.  And then a morsel to the tongue - sweetness and joy.

I remember the sound of love standing on stage after a long respite, singing with all its might.

I remember the sight of a rainbow, giant and clear, arching over Niagara Falls.  Majestic beauty.

I remember the touch of pastels as I blend the colours into each other with keen strokes of my fingers.  The grain of the strong paper beneath and the smooth gliding of the colour supporting my creative urge.

Exercise:  Sense Memory - A variation on Write From The Senses.   [A Writer's Book of Days: A Spirited Companion & Lively Muse for The Writing Life by Judy Reeves pg. 29]

I remember the smell of perfume on my skin.  It smelled intoxicatingly rich with the whimsy of coca cola and I felt good.  An aura of joie de vivre surrounded me and it became a uniquely eventful evening.  It renewed my faith in the power of attraction.

I remember the taste of citrus in the summer Sun.  You can taste it with your eyes as you tear into the orange sphere with your fingers.  The bright juicy inside glistening in the light, happy to be freed, happy to be appreciated.  And then a morsel to the tongue - sweetness and joy.

I remember the sound of love standing on stage after a long respite, singing with all its might.

I remember the sight of a rainbow, giant and clear, arching over Niagara Falls.  Majestic beauty.

I remember the touch of pastels as I blend the colours into each other with keen strokes of my fingers.  The grain of the strong paper beneath and the smooth gliding of the colour supporting my creative urge.

Exercise:  Sense Memory - A variation on Write From The Senses.   [A Writer's Book of Days: A Spirited Companion & Lively Muse for The Writing Life by Judy Reeves pg. 29]

I remember the smell of perfume on my skin.  It smelled intoxicatingly rich with the whimsy of coca cola and I felt good.  An aura of joie de vivre surrounded me and it became a uniquely eventful evening.  It renewed my faith in the power of attraction.

I remember the taste of citrus in the summer Sun.  You can taste it with your eyes as you tear into the orange sphere with your fingers.  The bright juicy inside glistening in the light, happy to be freed, happy to be appreciated.  And then a morsel to the tongue - sweetness and joy.

I remember the sound of love standing on stage after a long respite, singing with all its might.

I remember the sight of a rainbow, giant and clear, arching over Niagara Falls.  Majestic beauty.

I remember the touch of pastels as I blend the colours into each other with keen strokes of my fingers.  The grain of the strong paper beneath and the smooth gliding of the colour supporting my creative urge.

Exercise:  Sense Memory - A variation on Write From The Senses.   [A Writer's Book of Days: A Spirited Companion & Lively Muse for The Writing Life by Judy Reeves pg. 29]

I remember the smell of perfume on my skin.  It smelled intoxicatingly rich with the whimsy of coca cola and I felt good.  An aura of joie de vivre surrounded me and it became a uniquely eventful evening.  It renewed my faith in the power of attraction.

I remember the taste of citrus in the summer Sun.  You can taste it with your eyes as you tear into the orange sphere with your fingers.  The bright juicy inside glistening in the light, happy to be freed, happy to be appreciated.  And then a morsel to the tongue - sweetness and joy.

I remember the sound of love standing on stage after a long respite, singing with all its might.

I remember the sight of a rainbow, giant and clear, arching over Niagara Falls.  Majestic beauty.

I remember the touch of pastels as I blend the colours into each other with keen strokes of my fingers.  The grain of the strong paper beneath and the smooth gliding of the colour supporting my creative urge.

Exercise:  Sense Memory - A variation on Write From The Senses.   [A Writer's Book of Days: A Spirited Companion & Lively Muse for The Writing Life by Judy Reeves pg. 29]

Dreams

Anchored in and standing tall, my feet felt comforted with a sense of responsibility.  I watched cars and pedestrians go by when the two dangling cords on the window blinds reminded me strongly of dog tags.  Then, I spontaneously began singing.  It was a made up song with a theme of dreams, or dreamers.  I could feel myself singing from the bottom of my toes to the top of my head - all throughout my body.  It was a luxurious feeling - a strong one.