Until you make peace with who you are you’ll never be content with what you have. Doris Mortman
dear holding on to history diary,
words from the past somehow echo here on my blog, but only because i let them. it raises hard questions about what i will and will not allow here anymore. AND why did i choose those particular words. being at peace is something i wish for everyone who visits here, believe it or not, even though i know it is all but impossible. my journey has been long to gather the peace in my life and sometimes there is still much noise. i have accepted the sounds of my ways and i donate each day to discovering more ways to appreciate the splendor of the glory of yesterday. i no longer worry about things i will never again hold dear and i discharge all use of their memory. i am good again.
dear holding on to history diary,
words from the past somehow echo here on my blog, but only because i let them. it raises hard questions about what i will and will not allow here anymore. AND why did i choose those particular words. being at peace is something i wish for everyone who visits here, believe it or not, even though i know it is all but impossible. my journey has been long to gather the peace in my life and sometimes there is still much noise. i have accepted the sounds of my ways and i donate each day to discovering more ways to appreciate the splendor of the glory of yesterday. i no longer worry about things i will never again hold dear and i discharge all use of their memory. i am good again.
