I learn a lot about myself on the pages of blank paper.
Sitting down in a quiet space, pen in my hand, open journal on my lap, waves of self-discovery roll onshore. I am thankful. I am sad. I am relieved. I am hopeful. I am motivated. I am planning. I am dreaming. It is all there. The rhythmic flow of ink, so thin and precise, seems to have a direct line to my soul as words and ideas spill onto the paper. In this moment, this quiet solitude, all is well. Paula Estelle Jackson 10-18-19
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