I recently started a new journal. Yep, a flocked damask one with gold edging. Opening the crisp fresh pages to pen thoughts with a colored marker is a sensory delight.
Today’s snowy DC morning begins with green rose loose leaf tea, a peek into my Daybook, and a moment with my thoughts.
We’re off to the neurologist to have Le Pug checked out after his recent seizure, so neither of us slept well. Feeling a bit like a nervous Nellie after spending time on Dr. Google last night researching his symptoms.
Penning in my journal while sipping tea with a snoring pug on my lap allows me the opportunity to regroup, soften into the day, and enter the vet experience in a more grounded manner.
When space allows today, pull out your journal. Plain white paper and ballpoint pen will do.
Note what you’re feeling. What emotions you’re experiencing. Explore what’s going on physically for you. Describe your environment. Dig deep. Even five minutes can make a big difference as you spill yourself onto the page. Bisous. x
