Everyone has a home base I suppose. For some it's a structure, others a town. For me "home" has always been the page. For over 40 years I have retreated to the page to think, sort through life, and heal.
The page is a peaceful place even when you scratch line after line of turmoil on it. Everything dissolves to softness there. It doesn't flinch no matter how painful the words that settle upon it. There is a stable essence to the page, the flow of ink soothes the spirit.
It doesn't matter if the page is a loose leaf of simple paper or bound in an exquisite journal, it is familiar, it is home. It welcomes me when I am weary, welcomes me when I'm happy. When I'm tired and can't think of words it seems to whisper "rest here, tell me a dream". It is my friend, my constant in a changing world.
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- Beverly
- 50/50 Idealist/Realist the test said... now doesn't that create a tad bit of a dilemma when looking at the world? I'm 53 and starting to find the questions. People with too many answers scare me. I like intelligent, independent people and dislike intolerance. I'm blessed with a wonderful husband, two brilliant daughters, and a granddaughter that is just about the coolest character I've encountered.
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