I Am Writing a Journal

It’s pretty safe to say I know where heaven on earth is and it is in the moments my heart leaps for him.... Literally and figuratively.

It has not been a hardship or a mine that I have sweated iron to dig.
It has not been fairy tales and flowers, nor has it been a dream come true.
But, what it has been, has been drawn out over a whole lot of years.
Years of wondering and yearning, years of learning and growing. Years of patience and years full of wait; to come face to face with what we are today.

We each started as a tiny seed.

A soul searching seed, in a time of need and stretched into a gangly sapling who fought the rubble underneath and the scorching lights from above. To find ourselves in the here and now, with deep roots and filigree like leaves, who worship the air of their thousand mile breeze...

I have been reserved, shy, hesitant, guarded, offish, blatant and all of those stand offish things, but I’ve still been completely open to any and all possibilities.

And heaven has shown and proved to me... that anything is possible even if my eyes are closed.

Day... whatever (I’m really not going to count, I was never good at math anyways 😂) I’m exposing the literature that lives inside.


*This is the most perfect photo for today... even though I haven’t written about the why of it, I do pray I never forget.

One of the reasons why I do write...
is to always remember 😘*