Journaling and healing.

October 2018

After a three week long illness I’m moving around the house today and finally feeling relief. I’ve been periodically cleaning my office when I came across a couple of my journals.

Looking through them made me realize how much I need to be in this practice. That it somehow clears my mind and allows me to express in a safe way. Not only that but it moves my creativity into an balanced flow offering manifestation.

I’ve always been someone who prefers quiet solitude over company. Even as a teenager I wrote in my journals alone, sitting under a tree or in my bedroom. As the snow falls today I’m feeling that deep call to my creativity. Organizing my desk so I have room to spread my journals out, have a space for my sewing machine and just make without too much thought.

Journaling has always been a grounding rod for me. A place to have conversation with my self on life, grief, and deeper questions. For me, journaling feels like meditation and afterwards I feel lighthearted and relaxed. Kind of like that feeling after a wonderful and energizing conversation with a good friend.