Journaling for health, for context, for hope, for expression and for awareness

“This is Not to Judge or to find Strive to fit within the Confines of Definitions” – old journal entry. I just read an entire old journal of mine and was spirited to share the value of such a practice. My body vibrates with the emotions and body sensations described in my old writings – I have had an interesting journey and am currently living within the hopes of old poems. I have held sadness and I have held stress… in holding such my body has suffered along with the realities that my mind focused its’ attention on… and now I have found a health not yet experienced and I am grateful for my journals as they have put my current state in to a place of context… my journals paint clear pictures of the mountains and valleys of life… exquisite detail… and in my current moment I look at the old words – the deep valleys from which I traveled and am overcome with appreciation. My journals allowed a healing through expression… my journals allowed my spirit to rise above the oppressive or defeatist thoughts of my mind… my journals hold my poetic and lyrical most fundamental self… my journals show me where I have been and offer hints to where I am going… my journals show love to be infinite… my journals show my self to be consistent and continuous… my journals show the gifts of resolution and wellness that were given to me that I may pass on to those around me.
Just write…
Put down what is helpful for you…
There is no wrong way to journal…
If detail is not important to you don’t use it…
If your sentences only make sense to you this is fine…
If your thoughts don’t even make sense to you wait a bit and read them later…
Draw if you are moved to do so…
Add morals sometimes and sometimes end with confusion…
Be honest and authentic…
Observe yourself in relation to you words…
Is there a difference between the thinker and the observer…?
Does your writing say things that you were not yet aware of…?
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I have written songs driven by the sadness felt by my friends only to find years later that the songs are now for me… in my own times of healing.
The world has so many constructs and ‘should do’ and ‘should be’ manipulators…
Let your writing medium flow free and you will find who you are separate from oppressive suggestion.
Forever the hurt, injured, and oppressed have embraced a lasting truth… you are always free to hold your poems, morals, songs etc… you may always journey to a level of existence which cannot be oppressed by the physical world… if they take your books, dictate your pen, or censor your mouth… meditate to a place where your words are always yours…
“No they can’t, no they can’t, no they can’t…. take away our music” – the band  – War