Journaling transcends the physical realm. When I sit down with a pen, my journal and my thoughts—time ceases. I am drawn into a still, small place where I can feel the surface of the paper through my pen. I can smell the ink and take delight in every stroke forever making permanent the thoughts and intentions of my soul… Read More
This is where I think out loud. Too bad you can't hear my voice as you read my blog, my students tell me it is heavenly.