A Reflection of Story
A stack of journals representing adventures in and of transition. Delight, sorrow, fantasy and pain are splayed among their pages unapologetically and without a desire for beauty. Illegible words, unintelligable phrases, unanswered pleas for meaning in chaos, it’s all there. And as this year comes to an end I reflect upon the paths explored and noted in these tombs not to analyze for meaning or chastise for tasks uncompleted but to celebrate and honor my authentic self woven between the stories. For today I have created permission for loving reflection.