When she didn't know what else to do, she would write, because to her it was so much more than a blank page to scribble down some words. It was an invitation to let her heart speak. A space where she could express her soul. A faithful friend that would always listen. A portal where she could release her past. A record of a moment that had shaped who she was. An expression of her heart captured in time. A way to reach out to all the people she'd once been. A chance to share glimmers of wisdom from the things that she'd seen. A journey into feeling crafted by her words, an outpouring of love from her heart to theirs. It was her therapy, her healing, her passion and her offering. An alchemical process creating beauty out of suffering 💖
~ Emily Jane
