reflection

One of my co-workers asked me a question the other day (wanting to get a student's thought process going) the question was, "what did you dream of being when you grew up?" That was easy for me. The only thing I ever wanted to be was a writer/poet. I kept a diary... as a kid.

I still remember the day...I stopped writing in my diary. Maybe I'll talk about this in a future post...but not quite ready to tackle that today...because I've started writing again...and I don't want to block this inspiration/intuition that keeps me awake at night.

So with that said...this blog and the journals that have gone unused and about to be sought for...I dedicate the following entries.

My hope is that they bring you peace, healing and yes love.