I think one of my favorite things when it comes to journal writing is finally using a piece of paper or quote that has been sitting in your box of "one day, i'll use this" for years. It's something where you fall in love with what's there in an instinctual way. As years go by, it is pulled up often and still has no home then one day, when you pick the page up, ah. Yes, it belongs to me now.
Home is a beautiful word. It is not only a house that shelters over your head or a place where you put things up on the wall or lay down in a sigh of relief in your own bed. Home is within and it happens when you understand where you are at, even if it comes from a piece of paper being glued into your own book.
If you don't understand what I'm talking about then you don't know me at all.
Love and light, as always.
3 comments:
Beautifully said. My day is now complete. ox
Sis!! :) glad to have you blog again. As usual, words and you are soulmates. Xo.
Love your writing! It made me want to write more in my own words, only if I have time..
Thanks for sharing and I look forward to more...
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