Journaling and breaking the 4th dimension
In one year I turn 40. My 20th high school reunion was this past spring. I re-discovered this journal, and *finally* got access to my first journal, paperhopes. Needless to say, I’ve been on a bit of a spiritual and emotional walk-about.
It has been an interesting journey. One full of new revelations and familiar walkways. But the thing that I truly see now has been the value of chronicling my state of mind in both poem and verse. That value likely exists only to me and only so long as I can read these words.
But I find myself filled with gratitude. That there was a way of recording and rediscovery that managed to preclude my instinct for slashing and burning the past. To a degree, slashing and burning was necessary both out of survival and growth.
I write these words while visiting my sister, Diandra, in Phoenix, AZ, in the halls of a church that has been repurposed into business offices.
I’ll begin writing again. I think with the perspective that I have the audience I always did: a small circle of close friends and sympathetic creatives, even if the audience is ultimately only me.
The circle is complete.
Phoenix, AZ