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
HUMOR-IST (is that a word?) I can find and expel (the word expel makes me think of passing gas) humor in most moments of life