I was reminded today why visual journaling is so powerful and surprising.
After weeks of neglect I picked up my jouranl and began adding color with no outcome in mind. I added the large heart and then the smaller ones around it. Really hated the colors I had picked as well as the images (more hearts Mary?) so my intention was to cover it up and begin again. I took my pallet knife and began making slash marks across the whole thing...and as I was doing it I felt and thought...this is right.
I have been feeling crappy lately. Physically, emotionally, and spiritually.
I have my eyes and heart open in expectation.