Clearing out the mud.

I've always written in my head.

I think I've done this since a young age~ playing out my days like a movie in my head~ narrating my story and later in diaries and letters to my dear Grandpa Jonasen. My writings saved me when I lost my Andrew- writing felt like an exhale- and so here I am to exhale and learn from it.

Recently I have felt the pull to start writing my thoughts in hopes I can clear up the muddy and hear what the Universe-God-Love is trying to tell me. This has all been swimming in my head and now is the time to root them on paper (or in this case- another blog).

I imagine that someday my children will stumble across these life learnings because I have shared with them or they've stumbled on them in their own time. I also know when that happens it will be the right time and space.

And so it's time for me to write and sort through some things. To make sense of chaos. To Listen. To Learn. Me.