I wrote this in my journal last night.
July 21, 2009. It has been a roller coaster day. It started with worry, morphed into fear, exploded with jubilation, and ended with a slap in the face. I feel like some people don’t give a crap about me. But I have this journal that I made from scratch. This is MY world! Mine! No one can tell me what to do or who I am in my world. I AM FREE!
I know this is self-indulgent and whiny claptrap, but I did notice something as I wrote it. I really did feel as if I had more power and control as I processed my feelings within the cover of my journal. Furthermore, it took on even more dimension and force as I put the paint down on the page. It occurred to me that when I pick up my journal to write or paint, I do feel as if I am passing through a gateway into a different reality, one of my own creation. I can do anything in my journal and no one can tell me I’m wrong or foolish. Then I thought of our discussion here of thresholds and their significance. Passing though the archetypal doorway, over the threshold, transforms the inner person. I believe there is power in this act, the power to create a new and better reality. I get it now and have a whole new appreciation of the journey on which we are all about to embark.
L. Gloyd (c) 2009