Looking at the journals…

This is all I need.  Truly.  Everything else is clutter, unnecessary.

Looking for ways to speak and spread more kindness.  To anyone, not just people I love or have in my life.  This coming from my gratitude, that I feel of late and on so many levels and not just with the poz loft.  It’s consuming lately, and in the best of ways. 

Breathing, acknowledging this desk, the keys.

Idyllic, mythic.