Journal
A daily journal in the life of I–battles of self, surrender, and purpose
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The more the days seem to pass,
the more I enjoy the gray. Yesterday, I laid out on my balcony to bask in the sun, read a book, and let Haku feel the warm air. Today we both lay in front of the door while I write this to you and she rests. The sounds of rain…
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AS THE SUN RISES,
I write this to you. It’s a new day, a new week, and I wonder what the possibilities are. The air is still, oppose to yesterday’s breeze which made my new wooden chimes all the worthwhile. It’s an early morning so I’ll start by setting my intentions. Then, I’ll make…
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It’s early and I’m sorry
Sorry, I didn’t write yesterday. I’ve been running around the world with My Love for things I think I need. It’s early and we’ll both watch the sunrise, you and I, that is. I wonder where you are this early in the morning; or if you’re on the other side…
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I’m walking, I’m traveling
I’m walking, I’m traveling. I’ve been here since the beginning; since the first time my words met your eyes and eventually were mouthed on your lips. I’ve been walking for a while now; traveling on foot. They ask why I don’t get a car; What’s the point? I can’t get…
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There’s a place and time for everything,
even late night posts. It may be something in the air, or something in the planes beyond, but anxiety has been hanging around me lately. Not for any particular reason, by the way, just the fact that I feel there’s so much to do and so little time. Do nothing,…