I pick up the pen and feel the magic of everlasting moments, moments I’ll forget that I’ll read later and remember or even moments I anticipate doing. Also, I reminisce about my day, weekend or month. I guess the magic is the beauty of expression, details of your story and your own point of view or version. Its what I’m going through, how I feel, what’s happening and coping mechanisms that help myself out. Basically, its just a lot of this journaling road of my journey in life. I never could remember the dreams I have so writing down my dreams was never that important to me. I do write down some dreams if I find them spectacular in any way. I write about the earth a lot. I’d like to have everyone to have fun saving vehicles, recycle, cut down less trees, plant more trees, pick up litter and so forth. Mother earth is so important to me. I write about people I know and love a lot like David and my family. I like to write about poetry too about worldly issues like war, crime, sex, relationships, family, friends, how people can treat each other terribly, power, money, fame, greed, kids, animals, loneliness, politics, being native American, ranking system, education, David, mom, nature---lots of that! Yes I do write about my cancer as well. Everything needs to be said about cancer to heal.
I give my heart to:
God
Mom
My brothers
My sisters
My boyfriend
My family (aunts, uncles, cousins, etc.)
My friends
My neighbors
My enemies
My city
My state
My country
My world
My universe
My galaxy
My self
All about me me me!!…sike My oh my
Love myself
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