A moment in time...

I remember having my first "blog" when I was about 10? My sister gave me this little white diary. It was a "daily diary" for the month of May. I wrote in it faithfully every day that month. Turned 10 that month, so technically I was 9 when I found my love of journaling.

Continued doing it for years, on and off and I still have blogs that I laid to rest all over the net. Some of it wasn't suitable for public viewing (😁), mostly because a lot of what I wrote was just my way of venting and sometimes it was harsh, but my point was never to hurt anyone, just to alleviate my own pain.

Sometimes I go back and read those old blogs. Some make me smile, some make me cry, but the growth has been tremendous and the therapy priceless.

An old dream journal entry...

This one is from March 10, 2014 -- and the funny thing is that I still remember that dream!

I dreamt last night that I was taking a summer job at a Methadone clinic.  I had to take a couple of trains to get there in Manhattan and was torn as to whether this was going to be a good move for me, but something compelled me to try.

Dreams are so bizarre sometimes. But I'm sure there's some meaning in there somewhere. I just must dig deep...

Found an old journal entry...

From March 18, 2014...

Dreamt I started drafting a book. I had thirty pages and felt like I was making a breakthrough. So optimistic. Love it!

Love is...

Love is a magic ray

emitted from the burning core

of the soul

and illuminating

the surrounding earth.

It enables us

to perceive life

as a beautiful dream

between one awakening

and another.

Khalil Gibran