art journal entry
what's brought down with the rain?
old memories, a clean slate, energetic connections, residual pain, bounderies, sadness, a fresh start?
sometimes rain reminds us of tears, other times we feel the relief of the washing away of what no longer works.
when words are rained upon us.... do we have the strength to let them seep in? or do we close our hearts, because it's easier, safer?
what can't you bear to hear? which words make you run for shelter?
great shifts have happened for me. shocked at the blog template?