Wednesday, June 8, 2011

A Journal

I have been tippy-toeing through the afternoons looking for quiet things to do while the "patient" rests. It's rather a nice state of affairs. After all, things like vacuuming will never do when one is trying to be silent.

I haven't been keeping a Journal in recent months, and I've missed it. Life seems somehow "unfinished" if I don't write it down. I had a nice book filled with heavy white pages just waiting to be filled. So I quietly gathered my supplies and went to work:

Pages filled with beautiful images and empty pages waiting.