This is my writing desk in my bedroom.  I just set this up recently, and I love it, it makes me so freaking happy.  I have my regular big creativity table out in the living room, but these days, it’s buried 3 layers deep in paintings.  So I love that I have a space completely dedicated to journal writing.  I haven’t been writing much in the last few years, but suddenly I’ve started up again.  I feel like I’ve come back to myself through it.

Only this time, I’m not just writing circles and circles about doomed relationships, about my melodramatic feelings, or about how the world is wronging me.  I’m exploring my dreams.  I’m exploring new aspects of myself.  I’m daring to write out my truth.

So, this is the story that I wish to both let go of, and create.  After a lifetime of being shut off from spirituality, through the writings of Joseph Campbell and Clarissa Pinkola Estes and conversations with my best friend, I am starting to move towards my own story of spirituality.  I am starting to feel out what I believe about the universe, about what is out there, about what happens when we die.  For so long I felt like it all just ended in dirt.  And that’s starting to change.  I’m starting to think about energy, and I’m starting to like that idea.  I’m starting to feel like sending my intentions somewhere has an effect.  I am still very much against organized religion, and the righteousness that people feel entitled to because of it, but I am finding something that means something to me.  And I think it’s good.

Tonight I’m starting to read The Red Book: A Deliciously Unorthodox Approach to Igniting Your Divine Spark by Sera Beak.  The reviews are good, and I’m curious.  So, we’ll see.