Where to begin, the journal has sat on my dresser for one month.
It has stared at me and I at it. It whispers, write and I reply what?
The first page, the first one, to scribble ink on its pristine pages!
The journal smiles, you are living the words that lead your life, share them.
I leaf through it, imagining its journey, reading the words that will tell the story on many lives, and yet the pages will read like a single word. A multitude of hands and a single heartbeat, one that beats to a shared rythm. La vie est Rose, had an idea for this journal, a collection of personal stories, by different women from around the world. This is the journal and I am the first person to write in it.
Must I start on the first page? Write! is what it tells me, Write!
Today I grabbed a pen, licked the tip of it for guidance, and let the words fall.
The journey takes us by the hand, give it your heart…miracles are most unseen.
photos: The journal that will be filled and worn, the next time I see it…Megg I need your address!
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