I swallowed slowly as it lay before me on the table. The journal from the road trip has been accessible, but I haven't opened it since my return over four months ago. I remembered the sadness as I returned ~ feeling like I had failed coming home earlier than expected and with empty pockets.
Since I have begun to write my book, most of the contents has come from memories or a notation in my calendar. It felt real. It felt complete. However last weekend was my "girls weekend" with my closest friends ~ the first time the three of us have been together without kids and events since my return. We dove head first into our hearts as we ate fresh fruit and drank aged wines.
Our gathering sparked the need to recall the stuff of the journey. It was time to face the reality, the truth of the emotions that were were logged into my travel journal.
As the pages poured out their musings, I smiled. The journey was not a failure at all, but the awakening of my soul.
Ahhhhh. :)
