… notes to self
our time is gone…
… each time I write a little note to myself a captured thought or maybe a wish, an affirmation… i get to know myself a little more, to feel, what i may not say. i leave it there, on the paper. i free my mind of it’s burden or blessing… it’s ok. we pour ourselves out each day in our work, for our families, our communities.. yet we barely take time to discover or be still long enough to be in touch with what is within us. through journaling… i can release or remember, or just get lost in small studies of art. at first glance.. as i page through an old journal.. on the surface there may not appear to be anything of importance. Yet.. a journey with myself there on those pages, may be the most significant steps i take, in showing up for myself… many days, when nothing appeared but open space… there are no words. these spaces are pivotal and necessary as well. a space, an opening for healing, for growth, for dreams… for being in touch with who you are.
ps. love, nicole ~ i hope you will find a quiet landing, a special space in your home, studio or in nature and pick up a journal/notebook. and dedicate time..for Remembering… you.