After Mom was reunited with her O! Best Beloved, Louise offered to clear out her room. One thing that drew her attention was how many journals I'd given Mom over the years; she'd write in the for several entries, then stop. And I'd give another one. Louise wasn't so interested in Mom's starting, then stopping, but in the hope I showed in my gift of yet another.
I always felt that Mom had a priceless voice that needed to be heard by others. Without even realizing it was happening, that's what we accomplished in her Mindwalker1910 e-mails, but it never dawned on me at the time.
At the end October 2012, I'm realizing more & more how like Mom I am - there are so many journals scattered through the house that I've written in, some (not many) completely, but I've yet to take the step of LIVING them. That's what they are for - not for writing exercises or life legacy stories, but as hand-holds to help me climb the face of my present life to the summit, where I can hoist myself up into where I am meant to be.
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