
I have a stack of journals that start back in 1972-73, Ryan was born in '72. Not sure what happen to the journals I may or may not have kept for the next few years, they start again in 1984 and continue on into 2009. I haven't opened them since stacking them away. I wonder what secrets they hold for me today. I could probably spend the entire day looking through them, remembering events that would have been forgotten, had I not written them down. Most of the writings were of everyday things, no poetry, no wise words. Things are not so different today when I write a blog. Maybe the thing that is different, some of the stories are from a past memory, one that was filed away and now is a chapter in my blogs.
It has taken years to come to the place I find myself today. A place that I can take time each day and write a few words. Even if it isn't earth shattering or complex, just writing it down releases some need to express myself in words. Is it so different that painting a picture, carving a gourd or even playing a flute? It is all about finding a creative outlet for the spirit inside yourself to come out and to be revealed. Not everyone needs to reveal themselves in a public way, doing it in a private way is just as important to your spirit.

Photos: Two of my greeting cards
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