Thursday, September 2, 2021

A Long Way Back

It is a long way back, a long way back, to simplicity, back to the vision with the sun shining upon it, back to my simple soul. ~Muriel Strode (1875–1964), "Songs of Longing," At the Roots of Grasses, 1923

My simple soul... this quote paints such a beautiful picture and one that I will hang on my heart as I step long back into my ordinary days.  I have missed them.

I feel as if I have lived abroad for many months longing for something but not knowing what it was until I realized that I longed for home.  Writing is home to me.  I have missed it and I have missed all of you.

What has taken me so long to awaken from this fog?  Putting all I have into creating what is not my passion has not been entirely unproductive.  I have learned many things and have met new friends along the way.  Still, my heart calls me home.

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  1. You are a gifted writer and I know you'll enjoy writing more! I am working on junk journals again and loving it. I even still have some of those little dots that you sent me to embellish my pages! Sweet hugs!

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    1. Diane, I love looking at your junk journals! I'm glad you are enjoying the embellishments!

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  2. Good Morning Gina ☀️ I will definitely miss you on YouTube but this is where you should be. I look forward to reading your blogs. Have a blessed day!!!

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  3. Hi Gina~

    We all need to do what makes us happy and keep us in our comfort zone...your writing is where you shine! I enjoyed your YouTube channel, but I love reading your blog, it inspires me so much! Welcome back!! XOXO

    Hugs and Love,
    Barb

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    1. Hello Sweet Barb! I hope to do a little of both. Hope all is well with you!

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  4. It is good to find what makes you truly happy and brings you peace

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But oh! the blessing it is to have a friend to whom one can speak fearlessly on any subject; with whom one's deepest as well as one's most foolish thoughts come out simply and safely. Oh, the comfort — the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person — having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away. ~Dinah Maria Craik, A Life for a Life, "Chapter XVI: Her Story," 1859