The Journey to Bloom
I can remember as far back as seven years old, when my mom gifted me this vibrant blue furry journal with the matching pen. It came with a lock and key which for me meant that I could really lay it out all while simultaneously creating a practice of allowing myself to be vulnerable. This journal in particular symbolized a notion of protection. I wouldn’t have to suffer any repercussions for whatever it was that I was going to write. I could share more, and spill all my secrets without worrying about anyone snooping into my prized journal. Whatever “it” was that was going on in my eight year old world, and whatever “issues” I was facing as a young child, I laid it all out in-between those pages.
This was the beginning of my love affair with writing. There’s never been a point since then that I can recall not writing or journaling, putting my innermost thoughts and feelings on paper. It has served as one of my greatest outlets, tools and resources. It has always been my safe space. It has carried and anchored me during some of the best and worst of times.
This project in particular I began working on years ago. It became a compilation of things that were already written or had been given previous thought to. However along the journey there was doubt. Not sure if the words that I wanted to share was actually meaningful and not sure if they had a place and a purpose. I began allowing these inner questions and not having the answers to these questions stall me.