I finally did it, I made a journal page for myself, first time since I can't remember. It was a long time ago because I only made 2 pages before this. I have now resolved to myself that I should be able to do one a week....for myself that is. I find this is my way of letting go. I am not comfortable, at least not yet, with writing. My way of having my thoughts on paper is creating it, the process of forming it, the physical movement of touching the paper and creating texture, design. And to dream.I dream of wearing a crown, of holding a wild bird in my hand, to be able to understand it, to be able to grow wings, leaves, or just to grow , keep growing, and finally to love unconditionally, and to understand the unknown, or to have complete faith.
