Yesterday, I spent my morning going through some old journals…entries that spoke of me in a different light, poems dedicated to lovers and friends of my past, affirmations and even a few sketches. We recently had a watery full moon in Pisces and I felt like something needed to happen, I needed to let something go. As I read through my old journals, I made a mental note of how much has changed in my life, how far my soul has traveled from where I used to be. I decided I would let those old journals go. I didn’t want to just pitch them in the trash…so I tore most of the written pages into tiny bite sized squares…I honestly felt a shift too, like a stream was running through my mind clearing out debris. Those journals had been with me for some years and they were indeed special. But I am in a new space now and I want to celebrate that. I have new journals, new thoughts and I’ve since posted quite a few poems from the journals I originally composed them in. The sweetness of this ritual was that I decided to keep some pages from the journals I don’t have anymore…so I will always remember them. They were so beautiful too; paisley printed pages with flowers and birds, right up my alley. I’m thankful for doing what I needed to do.
Mehn, I need to be this brave
😊 It is possible!
I think I’ll think about it 😬
It’s crazy that I recently don’t the samething with a book I finished writing some time ago…
I realise how much I’ve evolved. so I burned it to ashes.
this blogging thing is very therapeutic.
I really has changed my life for the better.
with that being said…
it feels good to let go…
let me rephrase that…
it feels good to be free.
Absolutely!! Such an evolving and freeing experience writing is…thank you for sharing!
No probz bright eyes✌