Up since 5am, a usual morning time for me
Reading online, scrolling, resting in someone’s words or an
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This is just not as settling to my soul as even just these few words of half a journal page with pen in hand…
I have lost my rhythm…the one of coming here to the blank page, ignoring its call, its gentle nudge that I know is speaking to my deepest places…
There is just this “thing”, this release of tightness in my whole being when I come here…
Writing is how I breathe in one of my deepest ways.
Grateful for the blank page, the white space that invites me back to myself, brings me home, once again. (Journal Entry 5/30/24)