What goes in must come out, and what goes up must come down..until what brings a door to shut might likely let the window fly open.

In this entry, I go to the Primitive trails and find a Broadleaf Plantain plant followed by the rest of the day.

This is not the shortest out of the other journals yet it probably is the second or third shortest entry that I have.

In this entry, I'm in the Cemetery. I interact with the wind and attuning myself to a pine tree on top of my sacred hill.

A shorter journal entry yet still so worth including. Talked about goals, checked out a rainbow, and much more.

Hello everyone, Today I decided to share my general day reading and how I interpreted it. Feel free to share your opinions below on what you think.

Connection— You are not always loud. Not always sweet. You are the tremble before the confession, the ache behind a smile, the quiet nod between strangers who understand something unspoken. You are what makes poetry worth writing. What makes grief bearable. What makes life more than survival. Without you, everything is theater. Even joy.

You are not as expressive, not as engaging with anyone that wants to be superficial if you have to hide part of yourself.

I know I dont need to be lead around by the neck, but I do need to be checked sometimes. I got so many triggers and I dont always notice im out of pocket

but because they dont like who they are. They are aware that the changes they are trying to implement might not happen fast enough and you might choose another.

When it comes to blind faith, trust in a higher power or devotion to an idea or intangible force, I find myself overly skeptical, critically thoughtful and sensibly logical. Others find me stubborn, jaded or narrow minded. It couldn't be further from the truth.

## Dear Awareness— You arrive without footsteps. No fanfare, no trumpet of insight, only the slight lifting of the veil behind the eyes. You do not scream. You do not knock. You do not announce your coming like Sound does, or bloom like Connection. You simply are—always—waiting beneath the debris of distraction, behind the curtain of catastrophe, beneath the heavy hum of what masquerades as life. You are not thought. You are not the flicker of interpretation dressed in intellect’s garments. You are the sacred ground upon which thought stumbles. The hush before language. The breath before meaning. You are presence unadorned.

🌿 **Embrace new beginnings this spring**—God brings beauty from brokenness and renewal to weary hearts. 🌷✨

I just learned something about myself before I even knew. I've done something and become something meaningful, special, a learning experience, loving, & more.

Eye know U'r out there Eye can feel ur eyes on me Eye've seen that face a thousand times If only N my dreams Eye know U really want me Eye can feel ur hands on me Eye really wanna touch U 2 N a way Eye'm much 2 shy 2 speak

Where 2 begin? I wondered that myself .... there's been alot of reflection for 9 years and here's our story being told by me.

Hello, I'm willing 2 introduce myself to the world and myself. I'm profound to share my story and myself.

We aren’t supposed to carry offense like we do our favorite accessories. Maybe we’re so full of the world, there’s no room for what truly matters.

Why faith is so important for everyone today in the society and culture that we are in today. God bless!

I need you to hear me, really hear me, because this is coming from the deepest part of my heart. Today, I am walking in purpose. I am choosing a different path, a path that leads to life, healing, and salvation. But as I move forward, I look around and see people I love—friends, family, people I care about deeply—still stuck in the same place. And it breaks me. I don’t want to see you lost. I don’t want to see you hurting. I don’t want to see you slipping further away from the life God has for you.