Lorene, thank you for reaching out and sharing. Ever since my dad passed away two years ago, I've been overwhelmed with new emotions and conflicts. My dad and I were estranged for most of our lives—over 40 years, but still his death seemed to awaken my own sense of mortality and the need to live authentically. Yet, I don't even know what that means. I think I can find it through walking, writing, and getting lost in books—in other people's stories and sharing my notes here to help me clarify and maybe help someone else. Thank you for gently pushing me to walk during a lunch break all those years ago — to relax and let go—you already knew how to do that, and so much more.
I have found journaling to be helpful as well Victoria. Although reliving childhood trauma is not fun, journaling all the emotons has resulted in some pretty profound writing of the Divine through me that were abounding with gratitude and a new spin on what life can look like without all those constraints put on me in the past. Freedom through clarity in words. Thank you for being you. I am blessed to call you my friend. Lorene
I was thinking how Journaling reminds me of looking back at old pictures from parents and grandparents, so to speak. Looking back as in Journaling, your mind wonders back just like it was kept in a journal. The meaning into the photo taken at the time, wondering what the special time had meant. It's intriguing to imagine what was meant to that person taking the photo and what the history behind it was. Maybe in these days it was a way of expressing or Journaling telling their story.Just food for thought 🤔
This is so true. I try to journal every morning before I start working, and think it's telling that for the past week I haven't. I feel it this weekend, where I'm focusing on the wrong things again. Thanks for this reminder - I'm looking forward to hearing more!
Lorene, thank you for reaching out and sharing. Ever since my dad passed away two years ago, I've been overwhelmed with new emotions and conflicts. My dad and I were estranged for most of our lives—over 40 years, but still his death seemed to awaken my own sense of mortality and the need to live authentically. Yet, I don't even know what that means. I think I can find it through walking, writing, and getting lost in books—in other people's stories and sharing my notes here to help me clarify and maybe help someone else. Thank you for gently pushing me to walk during a lunch break all those years ago — to relax and let go—you already knew how to do that, and so much more.
I have found journaling to be helpful as well Victoria. Although reliving childhood trauma is not fun, journaling all the emotons has resulted in some pretty profound writing of the Divine through me that were abounding with gratitude and a new spin on what life can look like without all those constraints put on me in the past. Freedom through clarity in words. Thank you for being you. I am blessed to call you my friend. Lorene
I was thinking how Journaling reminds me of looking back at old pictures from parents and grandparents, so to speak. Looking back as in Journaling, your mind wonders back just like it was kept in a journal. The meaning into the photo taken at the time, wondering what the special time had meant. It's intriguing to imagine what was meant to that person taking the photo and what the history behind it was. Maybe in these days it was a way of expressing or Journaling telling their story.Just food for thought 🤔
This is so true. I try to journal every morning before I start working, and think it's telling that for the past week I haven't. I feel it this weekend, where I'm focusing on the wrong things again. Thanks for this reminder - I'm looking forward to hearing more!
Thanks, Colleen, for the feedback! What you say is so true! The resistance is real and writing it out keeps us focused.
Yes! Writing it out for ourselves, first 💕