I hate journaling. I am married to someone who writes all the time and I stand in awe and amazement at his journals and the amount of knowledge and wisdom he has amassed. I do not journal. To me it is an opening into a dark place that I do not want to go. But I do understand the awesome power of journaling. I am just afraid.

I used to write poetry all the time. I seriously mean all the time. And then I stopped. I began to be afraid of the dark places that exist in my mind. And yet when I write those dark places are quite so scarey. I have considered journaling again. But have opted instead for poetry. I am not about to break out inverse suddenly. But I have begun to find peace in poetry again. Not just writing it but in reading it and learning it by heart. There are many wonderful poets in the world. People that we know and are not famous. And famous poets. People who with words can stir our souls to new places. Or cause us to cry from the depths of emotions that are brought to the surface. Lately people like Mary Oliver have touched my soul. As well as people whose poetry I read on their blogs.

I am finding that words written with intent to heal can heal. And so this year I am starting to write again, and not just intermittently. And maybe find my voice again. And give voice to somethings that I have not wanted to look at. Or to things that I want to remember.