How beautifully, it seems, my physical world is colliding and intertwining with my spiritual world. I quickly wrote down this poem about my morning's activity of transforming my ongoing journal of ten years (!?) into a bullet(ish) journal. I hope these words can encourage you to take a journey you may have been avoiding. Or acknowledge the beauty of a past you might be ashamed of. Or to maybe even just write it all down and let it be without having any judgement for it, good or bad. Because I guarantee you it will be valuable to someone some day. Thoughts Revealed in Ink and Lead Flipping through the past, numbering pages Turn by turn, the pen ink changes Then to pencil, the lead weight softens Back to pen again, now in color Once my thoughts were in black, bold Then became a bit runny, muddy, black still, though Scratched out ideas in every other line, corrections, re-directions (Forget that. It was silly.) Then they all turned to grey. Cloudy. Uncerta...