|a tiny feather, September 13, 2012|
I checked out a small book from the library, copying down excerpts and quotes, enthralled by the recommended reading section. As I turned off the light to go to bed, I had a sense that at least I had accomplished something, similar to what it felt like if I pushed myself to accomplish before. Where did those eleven days go where there wasn't that need to accomplish (to push)? Where there wasn't a shortage of time and space? Where I wasn't running to catch up? There not only is a deprivation mind set regarding finances but also regarding time and space. Those eleven days were so different and when I was experiencing them, I didn't think it was possible to return to this way of thinking again. Grateful for those eleven days and asking for more, now, again. Today?
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