Her words marking me as they’d sprung from her internal world— exquisitely simple reflections.
Her words marking me as they’d sprung from her internal world— exquisitely simple reflections.
I love creating something from nothing but the spaces inside me that need to speak and breathe.
I can appreciate this fear I’ve held dissolving and being replaced with a devotion to being real, human, and happy to be here.
Still, I felt so powerful clomping around in them again.
My whole heart feels alive in devotion, where love of the Divine keeps me present, connected, and whole.
The hurt still sings— a haunted thing awake in me.
My favorite word is love. I use it with my whole heart.
This evening I will light my candle and write. Then I’ll snuggle up in my favorite soft purple blanket and sleep.
I blog to share my heart and love through a safe channel that lets my creativity shine. Writing is one of the ways I feel most myself, a place for both joy and healing.
Journaling reminds me that my experiences are real, my feelings matter, and I can return to them whenever I start to doubt myself.