Within The Covers

Right now they are pink but last year they were brown.  The year before that-it was black.  I've loved them all.  I crave that time of the day when I open them and climb inside.  

Pulling myself within them like I used to do as a child in a hiding place and wrapping the covers around me like a well worn blanket.  Hidden within this place is the freedom and the acceptance that I long for.  A place to be all that I want to be or all that I am. 

Inside this place, I don't have to know the right way of doing it.  My lack of succinctness and rambling words are safe.  Changing topics and wild dreams are all accepted.  Here I can dream boldly and without reserve.  This is where I hope, long and desire for all that I have welling up inside me.  I don't have to know the social cues or the things to do or the words to say.  I won't be judged here.   Here my voice is without anxiety and nervous talking.   Here I can work out-me!

Writing has always been an escape and a comfort.  A tool and a map.  A prayer and a testimony.  

For me the end of the year signals a close to one journal and the opening of another.  A symbolic gesture that I get to begin anew.

I would encourage you if you have not...to journal.  To find that place to note your Heart's Cry.  To capture your challenges and your victories.  To have a place for your voice to be real.