Every morning was a waking moment of anticipation, followed by a moment of dread, and the opening of the mind. Journaling called on discipline, wits, and household tolerance and it resulted in a rewarding habit of spontaneity or deliberation to get my musings...
The practice of journaling each day and responding to a prompt provided a space to navigate loss. Together we have lost so much – our connection to others and our sense of safety and belonging. Our human nature shifts, adapting to ambiguity...