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Dear Journal,
Thank you for your presence. When I was 11 you arrived as a gift. You awoke my writer within and then you two became a team, creating a safe place for me to be real. You held me with integrity and heart through so many beginnings. From teenage angst to true love, from the land of law school should to my daughter’s spirit world whisper to this very moment, you meet me at the doorway of the unknown and stay with me no matter what.
Thank you for giving me room to be messy. I can come to you raw and you let me be. We begin a conversation and your presence soothes me. I don’t know how it happens, but our relationship helps me grow.
Thank you for your loyalty. You can sit in a drawer for years and yet you always welcome me back without judgement. You have shapeshifted from pink daisies to blooming sunflowers yet your support remains true. My tears may bend your pages, but you have yet to break from the weight of my intensity. And we both know how intense I can be.
You are more than a mirror, you grant me entrance into a place bigger than myself where magic, wisdom, and unconditional love compost my joy and grief into sustainable meaning.
All my love.
