It took me years...
to put my thoughts on paper..
my Mother read everything..
and no matter what I wrote, it was always
used against me..
So I became an adult who kept it all tight
against my heart..
I had a great therapist...
and even though I am able to now write anything
and I do write it all down..
I document ...
what happens, what doesn't, what I think and feel, I write my dreams and hopes,
and I work out my fears and concerns.. each month..
I obscure the text as a physical process..
a meditative process..
and allows the images to be revealed to me..
Join me next week and I will
share images and inspirations..
Have a beautiful weekend..
my gentle viewers..