GROUNDED 2025 Year at a Glance on Premium Matte Paper Calendar with Hanger

Our minimalist wooden hangers are made with four magnetic wooden dowels, two that clamp to the top of your print and two that clamp to the bottom to give a vintage look and feel. The poster is made with heavier-weight white matte paper that has a natural, smooth uncoated finish that feels luxurious to the touch.

While the poster and hangers are packed separately in one box, final assembly is required. Don’t worry; it's a snap to put them together!

Features: 

• The hangers are made from pine and come in natural wood, white, black or dark wood.
• The cotton rope attached at the top matches the hanger color. 
• Designed magnetically, the hangers do not damage the poster and also makes it easy to switch prints, making it a versatile and durable option.
• The 200 gsm / 80 lb paper weight makes it durable and long-lasting.
• FSC-certified paper and hangers or equivalent certifications, depending on regional availability. It’s better for the people and the planet.
• Each poster and hanger is shipped in robust packaging, ensuring it arrives in pristine condition.
• Paper sizes may vary slightly by region. For the US and Canada, the measurement is in inches, while for the rest of the world, it is in centimeters.

ABOUT THE PAINTING PRINT ON THE CALENDAR:

Grounded, acrylic on canvas, 3 x 2 FT. 

According to Merriam-Webster, GROUNDED means mentally and emotionally stable. But, being “grounded” is really a subjective thing, don’t you think?

Some people find themselves grounded in community, some in routine. Some people find themselves grounded in a space, physically in the world sphere or mentally in meditation. Some find themselves grounded in ritual. No matter which way one seeks it, everybody needs it.

I’ve traveled many different versions of myself in this life. No matter where I went, I always prided myself on being grounded… until, I wasn’t.

Quite honestly, there are certain whispers of memories I have that I ask myself, “Who the, what the hell was that?” When I speak of such misty memories, I ponder “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost. Funny enough, for all the times it crosses my mind, it isn’t my favorite poem. The reason my mind draws back to Frost is for the way I was introduced to it. I still remember the 8th grade classroom with desks gathered in a circle, facing on another, and books crowded on whiteboard ledges, ready to be borrowed against weekly reading assignments. We took turns in the circle reading stanzas aloud then discussed it. This time, there was silence in the exchange when our teacher asked, “What else could ‘the road not taken’ mean?” I raised my hand and suggested the author was talking about the road HE had not taken.

That day was any given school day. And though I am by far not the most brilliant of my long-graduated classmates, I’m sure they remember as little about that footnote of a lesson as I remember it a new chapter opening. That was the day words gathered a new meaning for me, birthing a writer… made all the difference.

Now, looking back, having traveled those many different versions of myself, I see I was grounded. It was never about space and time for me, was the journey. It wasn’t about classic definitions of success for me, was the peaks and valleys. I look at this painting as an allegory of that journey, the journey we all have in our different expressions.