my first; green leather lock & key and “dear diary”.
journaling through the years, always afraid to write the real truth/real feelings…what if mom or dad or brothers or (even) friends read?
anais nin infused me with passion and possibility but there still was fear.
so many notebooks full of thoughts, expressions, emotions, insights.
a story came to me in a dream-a gift, a shock, a revelation;
when there’s quiet i can hear.
i can’t say why but once both mother and father left this earth, the sky rained words and freedom was there for the taking.
moments strung together