JOURNALING THROUGH THE PAST
I have been caused to remember
I had a companion, in 2006, (yes, a companion,
not just a “coworker”), who gave me her access to her time in a condo on a beach - two nights.
I went to the beach at night.
The waves became grape purple with my sorrow...
It was so healing…
I had had dreams all my life of overwhelming waves coming in in order to destroy me.
Even so, I've found comfort in the action of actual waves.
I currently continue my repetitive dreams with oceans and waves -
same settings.
There are no longer destructive waves.
😄
Living in an environment of loving appreciation provides the greatest environment for healing…
Writing out our story can provide a wonderful avenue for healing.
And I love this which was sent to me one day in April:
“...we can simultaneously mourn and grieve and rage…
Also, God loves us, and He is here.
Both are true. "
Here I am - safe:
feeling more “settled” than ever in my calling.
The calling that came from God
the fall of 1961,
(which I wouldn’t say yes to until
September of 1962.).
I am content; comforted;
hoping to be a comfort to others.
I love this so much.