Scatter the pages
Scatter them into the water
To be blessed for eternity
Eternally giving life to all.
The realization that keeping the journals filled with sorrow, joy, dreams was a prison of madness. I threw them all away. I am now free. Freedom feels a bit unsettling at times, so I seek the help of others to help me balance and return to my source where creation radiates an infinite undefined brilliance.
The same with the bin filled with expressions of a need to feel loved. I now know that I am loved. Thank you to the teachers, the friends, the classmates, the scores, the crown, the cards, the notes, the mementos and more. Thank you for being the external source of that which I had forgotten. You were all there for me when I needed you. Thank you.
As I release that which no longer serves me. Let it be known that all others are also released.
We dance. We sing. We flow, We grow. We live a little longer.