A rare thing it is for me to post other than a Wednesday π especially these last few months ... but this art journal page I feel deserves a post all off its own π
This journal page, believe it or not ... brought the sweetest, purest feeling of ... JOY my way ... as I created into the wee hours a few weeks ago
✏️ Stabilo pencil in hand π¨ a few paints π old books ✂️ scissors to snip out words ...
πΏ little flowers safely tucked in with a scrap of ribbon ...
π° into the wee hours I sat, the struggle was real as I fought my way through to the place that brings me ... peace ... a place so filled with light π I can feel my ⭐️ Dad close, guiding me onwards ... it's been toooo long since I spent time in that special place π with the music playing low in the background ⭐️ with the scratch of my pencil ✏️ journaling over the top to finish.
Words rolled out my head π one after another π as I sat and looked at her ✏️
The fog comes
Mist on my face
Surrounding me
Head jumbled
Nothing makes sense
Words only just spoken
Already forgotten
Who am I
Where are you
The pieces of me
Where have you gone
Round and round
Swirling
Burling
Searching for the light
Ever listening
Whispers, whispers
They say
It's going to be alright!
π For those going through this season of change, for those who already have π hold onto the words that were whispered and flowed ...
" It's going to be alright "
⭐️ A few moments in time ⏳️ I will cherish as I lost myself to that special place π forever grateful π
Thank you π so much for taking the time to stop by, to read my ramblings π
Much love ❤️ and much light ✨️ to chase away the darkness.
With the hugest of hugs as I wrap you up close π€
Tracy
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