“The gift of age is the breadth of reflection it allows—the ability to look back at the whole and see the perfection, how the puzzle pieces all fit together.“
Layers of the Now Journal
Source has given me this gift of time to be grateful, creative and claim what is mine.
These poems, drawn from various journals scraps of paper, and Post-it notes , include rhymes, and phrases, that have come to me during moments of inspiration or meditation. At times, they were persistent phrases that would not leave me alone until I finally captured them on the page. May they inspire you and spark your own creativity.
What is that ever-elusive sign I’m waiting for? When I feel fearful, vulnerable, or insecure, my ego uses a trick to amplify my doubts. It prompts me to seek another “sign” that I’m on the right path. For example, regarding my writing, it suggests that what I desire is trivial, self-centered vanity. It insists that being a writer is merely an illusion I’ve created to feel “purposeful." It claims there’s no worthwhile desire to pursue here, leading to wasted time and energy on