The Big Picture

Last week we looked at the idea of making promises rather than resolutions to create lasting change in our lives. We broke it down to specific areas – like health, creativity, spirituality, etc. – to see where we needed to shift our beliefs and habits on our journey to create our authentic lives. Now I’m going to ask you to take all of those pieces and, like a puzzle, put them all together to reveal the big picture. What, exactly, does that look like?

Yes, I know, you’re thinking that I’m just having you go in circles. An authentic life IS the big picture. In a sense, you’re right. However, a healthier body, work that we love and that challenges us, our connection to the world and each other, are all part of what authentic looks like, and that picture is not only different for each person, but changes as we change. In other words, as we become healthier, stronger, more passionate about our work and feel that “something” that holds it all together, the authentic life that we first pictured shifts, and a new one, one that is more in focus and more in line with who we really are, becomes our new, big picture.

The first writing assignment of the new year, located on the Home Page, is going to ask you to go back to last week, take a look at those pieces you created, and put them together to reveal your new and improved big picture. As always, have fun with it and, most of all, keep writing.

Peace, blessings, and Happy New Year!



Promises To Keep

So here we are at that point in the holiday season when the last present has been opened, the wrapping paper all cleaned up, the turkey reduced to leftovers, and we look ahead to the next priority on our agenda – New Year’s Day. Specifically, we start thinking about the year that is coming to a close and the one that is about to begin, which brings up that dreaded “R” word:” Resolutions! I am not exaggerating when I describe resolutions in those terms. I don’t know anyone who has ever made resolutions on January 1 and kept them much beyond February 28 (or 29th if it was a leap year). I gave up making resolutions years ago after failing every year to follow through on them. What I did come up with that worked came about because of something my Dad said to me many years ago.

My Dad was a small, quiet, humble man. He was the youngest of three boys, besides his younger sister, born in 1903. His father died in a work-related accident when he was 12. In those days there was no Worker’s Comp or Social Security benefits, nor were there any child labor laws. So all the boys had to leave school and go out to work to help support the family. At the age of 12 my Dad took on working in gas stations and mechanics shops where he taught himself to become an automobile mechanic. He kept up with his reading and, especially, his math skills on his own and eventually came to own his own garage and service station. While he may not have been deemed “book smart,” by the rest of the world, he was wise about the world in general and would occasionally impart some of that wisdom on me. One of those bits of wisdom had to do with keeping my word. My Dad said that people will always remember you, and judge you, by whether or not you were someone who kept their word. That meant that if you made a promise to do something, you did it regardless of how hard or inconvenient it was. To keep your word was a sign of integrity, honesty, and maturity. When I saw how important this seemed to be to him, especially as he was usually a man of a few words at best, I decided that it must also become important to me. To this day, if I give my word, or make a promise, I keep it to the best of my ability regardless of circumstances … only a physical disability or an Act of God will keep me from following through on it.

Which brings me to the notion of resolutions. As I traveled on my spiritual journey over the last 60 + years, and began the intense work of learning self-love and self-acceptance, it came to me in the early hours of a Christmas morning some years ago – 12:03 a.m. on December 25, to be exact, which was also my father’s birthday – that if I made promises to myself rather than resolutions, the likelihood of my keeping them were much better. In fact, I deserved to keep the promises I made to myself just as much as if I had made them to someone else. Over the years I have broken them down into three specific areas of my life so that I can work on them one at a time: my physical life, my spiritual life, and my creative life.

This year, my list of promises looks something like this:

  1. Spiritual Life – I promise to be more attentive to my spiritual life, allowing more time at the beginning and ending of each day for prayer and meditation, and to find areas of my spiritual life that need my attention, including becoming more active in a local spiritual community.
  2. Physical Life – I promise to get back on track with my daily yoga practice (which I let slip in the hustle and bustle of getting ready for the holiday), trying to get out more to walk even if it’s cold, and become more pro-active in making my own healthy meals from scratch instead of opting for pre-made meals.
  3. Creative Life – I promise to finally finish the last ebook in my “Third Age Trilogy” (available on Amazon – see the links on the Contact Page), and to challenge myself to go beyond my comfort zone to try something new and exciting in my writing life.

Since I have gone public with my list this year, it makes it even more of a priority that I keep my promises. There is nothing on that list that is impossible, or an inconvenience, or is in any way not do-able. If I can love and honor myself enough to keep my promises to myself, I can have a 2018 that rocks!

Think you know what your writing assignment on the Home Page is for this week as we close out 2017? You guessed it! You’re going to make your own promises to the most important person in your life – YOU!

It has been my honor to spend this past year with you, sharing and growing as we seek to create the authentic lives we were meant to live. I wish you all an amazing 2018 filled with hope, joy, abundance … and promises kept!

Peace and blessings.

Home Grown Heroes

When I was a little girl, my first experience with hero-worship came wrapped in shiny silver flight suits and a bunch of guys with guts and crew cuts – the original Mercury 7 astronauts. I didn’t think there was anything more exciting than to be willing to risk it all to soar into space, with no guarantee you’d be able to get back, just to get closer to the stars, look for life on other planets, and, in the mind of a 12-year-old, maybe see God. As a country, we all held our breaths each time one of them took off, and together let out a collective sigh of relief when they splashed down. I don’t ever remember being as excited about the world as I was then.

Fast forward 50 plus years and, sadly, there were no shiny-suited heroes to look up to anymore, at least from my perspective. Then I read something that gave me a whole new way to look at the idea of heroes. It came in one of the many books by my beloved Dr. Wayne Dyer that I read – having read just about all of his books (he wrote over 30 of then), I can’t recall the exact book or the exact wording, but the gist of it was this:

You are the author of your own life. Why not write yourself in as the hero?

What an awesome and, somewhat scary, thought! As a writer, this idea swirled around in my head for a long time as I tried to wrap my mind around the idea that I could be the hero in my own life. So I sat down and, as any good writer would, started to write out a list of the times in my life when I had shown courage and strength that resulted in my “moving forward confidently in the direction of my dreams.” to paraphrase my dear Henry David Thoreau. Here is the list I came up with:

  1. I found the courage and strength to go back to college in my 30’s, balancing a home, kids, a job, and school to get my degree.
  2. When the last chick was ready to leave the nest, I quite my job, packed up my car, and moved a few hundred miles to another state, to live in Small Town America and write.
  3. When I fell and fractured my hip 3 1/2 years ago, and was housebound for an entire summer, I followed my heart, my instincts, and some advice from a gifted meditation teacher, and started my own blog. Over the last 5 years that has led to 3 published e-books on conscious aging, two blogs, and lots of exciting writing projects in the wings.
  4. I stopped looking for home “out there” and found it “in here.”

Not a bad list of accomplishments from someone who used to be afraid of her own shadow as a kid and was sure that God was going to send down fire and brimstone on me for eating meat on a Friday, (a Catholic no-no), or saying a bad word, or lying to my Mom (who always knew when I was lying anyway).

Now when I sit down to write, it comes from the courage to be honest about my successes as well as my perceived shortcomings. I write about hope, promise, courage, and the belief that we are all the authors of our own stories, and the heroes of our own lives, including you!

This week our writing assignment on the Home Page will ask you to be the author of your own list of heroic moments. This one is just what the doctor ordered as we come to the end of a very stressful year for all of us, and the beginning of a new one filled with hope and promise. As always, have fun with it and, remember, to just keep writing!

Peace and blessings.

Lessons From Home

On Saturday night, after a day of Christmas decorating and cleaning up my little apartment, my granddaughter and I settled in to watch some holiday movies and specials. I was excited to share with her a DVD her Mom had given me of the Christmas Extravaganza from Radio City Music Hall. They were celebrating their 75th Anniversary. Wow, 75 years of happy memories!

I grew up in New York City, and I have to say (with no prejudice, mind you) that Christmas in The Big Apple is like nothing you’ve every experienced. As a child, it was the most wonderful, magical place to be in the whole world. We took school trips to see the tree in Rockefeller Center and watch the ice skaters, then went to the automat for lunch (that was the place where all the food was behind little glass doors and you just put your money in the slot, opened the little door, and pulled out your food. We thought it was the height of technology in the 1950’s). My very favorite part of Christmas in the city, however, was our annual trip to Radio City to see the Christmas show, featuring the beautiful, high-stepping Rockettes and a Nativity scene complete with live camels, donkeys and sheep! If you’ve never seen it, Radio City is huge, glamorous, and magical. It’s no wonder that growing up, all the girls I knew dreamed of becoming Rockettes some day.

So, I popped in the DVD and settled back to share this wonderful childhood experience with my 11-year-old granddaughter … except she didn’t seem all that impressed with it. She thought it was kind of corny, and had way too much singing and dancing. The music was too “old-fashioned.” I, on the other hand, felt like I was the 11 year old again. One scene in particular got to me. They were running a panorama in the background of Manhattan decorated and lit up at night. In that moment I remembered walking those very streets, seeing the brilliant lights, the beautiful white angels, the smell and sounds of Christmas all around me. I have to admit, I got a little teary.  When I sighed loudly, Gabby asked me what was wrong. “Just a little homesick, I guess,” I replied. “It reminds me of Christmas when I was a kid and my Mom took me into the city to see the show and all the beautiful decorations.” Ever the rational child, she asked: “Then why are you watching it if it makes you sad?”

Why was I watching it if it made me sad? Because. Because it helped me remember how Christmas was supposed to feel, full of wonder, and magic, and hope, and faith. It helped me to find the Christmas spirit I seemed to have been lacking this year. Was Christmas all about splashy lights and musical extravaganzas, or was it in how Christmas was supposed to make you feel? This year, Christmas feels cozy, and warm, and full of love, and simple, and honest, and kind. This year, Christmas is wrapped up around a little table-top woodland tree, decorated with love, and surrounded by a little village filled with happy children, and, especially, a little manger that houses hope and joy.

Our writing assignment this week asks us to become as little children again and remember what Christmas meant to you then, and what it means to you now. As always, have fun with it, and, remember, always keep writing.

Peace and blessings.

An Authentic Life Is An Inside Job

Whatever I am, wherever I am, whatever I have done – at this very moment – I am enough.

I don’t remember where I read those words, but obviously they made enough of an impression on me to write them down. They spoke to the most important requirement for building an authentic life: realizing and accepting that we are enough just the way we are.

Nothing we do or have done, no major improvements we make to our lifestyle, our looks, our homes, our jobs, or our politics can result in an authentic life unless we accept and embrace the idea that no matter what, success or fail, we are enough just as we are. We don’t have to be perfect at something. In fact, we don’t have to be perfect at anything. We just have to be loving, kind, and compassionate to ourselves first. Everything after that is a bonus.

“Gee, Barb, you wouldn’t say that if you knew what I did way back when,” you might say. To which I would have to reply: “So? That was then. This is now”. As the quote reminds us: ” – at this very moment – I am enough.”  If we want to live an authentic life, we have to start with identifying those areas in our life where we have judged ourselves to be inadequate or a failure and accept that we did the best we could, with the knowledge and experience we had at that time. And as the brilliant Maya Angelou reminds us: “When you knew better, you did better.”

This week our writing assignment on the Home Page is going to ask us to address those areas where we need to let go of our feelings of not being enough and put them to rest, accepting that, right here, right now, we are enough. From here we can build the authentic life we deserve. I can’t ask you to have fun with this one, but I can wish you peace and blessings, and an authentic life … and don’t forget: keep writing!



Holding On To What Matters

When I moved into my tiny apartment last year, I had only a month before Christmas was upon me. After spending a month trying to decide how to arrange my few sticks of furniture, my pared down wardrobe and my household goods, it was suddenly time to decorate for the holidays. So I asked my daughter and grandson to haul down my Christmas decorations from her attic where I had stored them on the day of the move and bring them over to my place. That’s when I was presented with my next and most difficult challenge – downsizing my Christmas decorations.

You have to remember that in the space of two years I had moved from a two bedroom apartment with a huge storage closet, to a one bedroom apartment, also with a large storage area, and finally to a studio apartment with very little storage at all. By the time I hit the last move, I had gotten really good at downsizing my life, from clothes to dishes, from books to movies, and, especially, teddy bears. However, I had not had to downsize my Christmas decorations before this because I always had a large enough area to store them in. Not this time, not this year. This year I had to get serious about Christmas.

Picture this: a Christmas village complete with homes, stores, Santa’s entire village, a gazebo, a playground, people, trees, bridges … well, you get the idea. I had enough Christmas teddy bears and other holiday stuffed animals to fill a shop. I had ornaments that came to me from my own childhood, my children’s childhood, and all the years in between. I had five different Christmas wreaths in assorted sizes. What I actually had was way, way too much. The difference with this downsizing job was that it wasn’t about getting rid of what no longer mattered, but knowing what did matter. I needed to figure out how to hold on to what mattered most to me.

When we are building an authentic life, we are usually so focused on letting go of what no longer serves us that we don’t spend enough time focusing on what does. What part of our life works? What brings value, joy and beauty into our lives? It doesn’t always have to be a material object, although sometimes it is. I would no sooner get rid of the ancient, black and white photo of my mother when she was 21, waving and smiling in the sunshine, than I would my cats. Often, though, the things that matter most in our lives are our beliefs, our faith, our family, our friends, our values and our passions. Those are not things that can be packed away into a box and given to Goodwill. Those are the things we take with us to act as the bedrock of our authentic lives.

Last year I put up my tiny table top tree (after many cat-induced accidents with big trees over the years, I have learned that size isn’t everything). I decorated it with those few things that had special meaning for me, like all the decorations made by my children, my grandchildren and assorted nieces; a few tiny village pieces for under the tree; the Nativity set my mother gave me; my favorite wreath for the front door; our Christmas stockings (yes, my kitties have their own); my minimal Nutcracker collection that fit nicely on the window ledge; and my very favorite Christmas teddy bears. Everything else went back in the cartons and back up into my daughter’s attic. After two months of packing and unpacking, I was content to simply store the rest for the moment and make the final decisions at a later date.

That later date is now upon me. Over the weekend I will hike on up to my daughter’s attic and make the final purge. What remains will go to Goodwill, Salvation Army, or any of the churches that are collecting Christmas decorations to give to folks who need them but can’t afford them. I have even downsized my tree, if you can imagine downsizing a table top tree. I saw a sweet little Charlie Brown-type tree in the store, one that was flocked to look as if it had been snowed on. It was a skinny little tree, something I might well come upon in the woods. I could imagine it with tiny animals and a few simple ornaments tucked in its branches. When I told my daughter about it, she was kind enough to buy it for me. She said it was about time as the old one was starting to look a bit shabby. So this year my simple little tree will adorn my simple little home and bring to it all the wonder and beauty of Christmas from the outside to the inside, and that’s all that really matters.

This week’s writing assignment on the home page will be challenging us to get serious about what really matters. As always, have fun with it, and whatever else you do, keep writing.!

Peace and blessings.

Finding Your Voice

When was in my 20’s, my greatest passion, besides my two beautiful little girls, was the same as it is now … writing.  However, in those days, I immersed myself in all the how-to books and read all of the best examples of writing out there at the time, believing that we learned by example. I wanted to “feel” what those writers felt, and write what they wrote. I even took myself to places where the gossip columns reported the famous and published hung out. My favorite was the Algonquin Hotel in New York City where the famous “Algonquin Round Table” held court (for those of you too young to know who or what that was, let me just say that it was where the brightest and most influential people in the world of art, theater and writing gathered to drink and share their wisdom). How I didn’t get arrested for stalking I’ll never know but in those days all the young wanna-be novelists and playwrights looked hungrily at the front doors from across the street hoping to get a glimpse of their idols and praying that some of their genius would float through the air and anoint us.

Once my kids came along my days of visiting those haunts of the publishing world were lost to me. So I set myself to the task of writing every chance I got. I’d write when the kids took their naps. I’d write in the middle of the night. I’d grab a phrase or sentence between changing diapers and cleaning up strained peas. I would dutifully send my masterpieces out to all the recommended periodicals only to receive enough rejections letters back to paper my entire living room. Most of them were form rejection letters: “We’re sorry to tell you that your submission does not currently meet our needs.”  Translation: “Sorry, honey, we’ve got a hundred more just like this one.” Occasionally, I would get a short, handwritten note that said something like: “You write well but you need to find your own voice.” My voice? What did that mean? It has taken me 40 years to find it but I can finally say with the utmost confidence that I now know what it means for me.

A writer’s voice is more than just someone’s writing style. It is more than the tone or the genre they write in. To find your voice is to discover your unique way of looking at the world and expressing that via the written word. It is the reason two or three people will see the same thing but describe it in very different terms. Just like a police officer will get three completely different descriptions of the same suspect from three different “eye witnesses,” each of us sees the world through the filters of our own life experiences and beliefs. It is when we speak with someone else’s voice, echoing their beliefs and ideals, that we lose our own voice if, indeed, we ever had it to begin with.

In order to create our authentic lives, we must first describe it using our own voice, not the voice of our parents, our friends, the culture or anyone else. It must ring true for us. It must be our very own unique take on the world we see around us, and the one we wish to create. More to the point, once we find our voice, we must own it. If we’re not able to take ownership of our own voices, how will we take ownership of our own lives?

This week our writing assignment is going to be a fun little experiment with finding and using our own voice. The fun part comes when we see how others found theirs as well. As always, have fun with it, and keep writing.

Peace and blessings.

Learning To Sit With It

No one ever said that doing the work to create an authentic life, especially in our later years, was going to be easy. Every day we are confronted with choices and decisions about what to keep from our old life, with all of its belief systems, family, friends and experiences, and what to let go of that no longer serves who we truly are. Sometimes we make a choice, confident that it is the right one for us where we are right now, only to feel doubt about our choices, second guessing ourselves. It is at that time that we could use a tool that teaches us how to “sit with it” until we know if our decision is the right one.

I found such a tool the other day as I was going through my closet. I tend to do that more and more these days since I downsized to a cozy little studio apartment which I adore and which has the best view I’ve ever had of anywhere I’ve ever lived (which more than makes up for the limited closet space). It seems that every week as I am putting away the clean laundry and trying to fit it all back in, I find one or two items that I put through the now standard test of whether or not I will keep it:

1. Does this item bring beauty or value into my life?

2. Does this item bring me joy?

3. Am I willing to part with something else to make room for this item?

I pulled out the oversized harvest sweatshirt with the big pumpkin on the front that I wear for only a few weeks each year until Thanksgiving and then pack away again, as well as the very bulky open knit sweater that catches on everything, and started to put them to the test. It suddenly occurred to me that I could take some thoughts and decisions that had been bothering me recently and put them through exactly the same examination. Perhaps by asking the questions, and then sitting in the stillness and silence of meditation for 10 or 15 minutes, answers that were hidden in my heart might appear.

So I sat down and took out my” handy-dandy notebook” (anyone out there have kids or grandkids who watched Blues Clues on TV and knows what that notebook is?) and wrote out the first decision that I has having second doubts about. As before, I asked myself the three questions, rewritten this time to accommodate the exercise:

1. Does this decision bring beauty or value into my life?

2. Does this decision bring me joy?

3. Am I willing to give something (or someone) up to live my life authentically based on this decision?

Once I had written the questions out, I set the timer for 10 minutes, took a few deep breaths, and closed my eyes, listening in the silence for my heart to speak. After a few minutes I opened my eyes and continued to sit, taking in the beautiful hills beyond the rooftops, watching the blue jays play chase, and breathing deeply … no thinking, no doing, just sitting. When the timer went off, I went back to my notebook and wrote what came to me. I did not stop and question or try to manipulate what came out. When I got stuck, I set the timer for another 10 minutes and just sat. By the time I had done this two or three times, I was pretty sure that what I had written was an answer directly from my heart.

Most of the time, we do know what is in our best interest, what the right thing is for us to do, and why. Sometimes we let the opinions of others, especially those who are close to us, stir up feelings that make us question our decisions. When that happens, we need to take it to the mat, or chair, and learn to “sit with it” until we reconnect with the right answer. Often we find that silence can be our best and wisest friend.

This week our writing assignment on the Home Page is going to ask us to “take it to the mat.” As always, have fun with it, and keep writing!

Peace and blessings!



It’s Just A Matter Of Time

Earlier this week I posted an article on my blog, Flower Bear’s Garden-Growing A Life about turning the clocks back an hour this past weekend, and how once we humans developed the technology to manipulate daylight, we lost our connection to our own bodies’ natural rhythms to the earth ( It’s not just how much daylight we save or lose that makes a difference, however. It’s also a matter of time.

The subject of time has been in the forefront a great deal lately. Even Oprah and Deepak Chopra are addressing our obsession with time in their new 21 Day Meditation Experience. When did we become so addicted to the idea of time, because it is, truly, only an idea, a perception. There is no such thing as time. It is a human invention. When Mr. Squirrel kisses Mrs. Squirrel goodbye at dawn to go out into the great, big world to collect the nuts for the day (sort of the squirrel version of bringing home the bacon), he doesn’t check his watch to see how long he has to make his commute to the nearest chestnut tree, who or what may be in his way and delay his arrival, and how many nuts he must collect before quitting time. He just stays in the moment, doing what is in front of him, working with what he has, where he is. The sun will tell him when it’s a good idea to go home to Mrs. Squirrel before the night predators come out.

All we have is this precious moment in front of us. The past is simply a collection of present moments that are no more. The future is a collection of present moments that are not yet here. All we have is now. The expression “now is the time” is truer than you realize. Now is the time to be who we truly are, one authentic moment after another. What needs out attention, our mindful attention in this moment?

Living an authentic life requires us to be present for it. As American-born Buddhist teacher and author, Lama Surya Das, says: “You must be present to win.” We don’t win when we let time become our master. Our human life on this earth will take as long as it takes, from the moment we are born, until the moment we make our transition. In between those two moments, our lives move moment by present moment. Whether we use them to experience life as we truly, authentically are, or not, is a choice.

This week our writing assignment is going to take a look at how we view the concept of time and where we can make changes that bring more authenticity into our lives. As always, have fun with it, and keep writing!

Peace and blessings.

A Safe Place To Fall

“What I’ve come to understand about journaling is that it is a safe place for us to dip our toes into the pond of new dreams and ideas, struggle with our egos over what is truly in our highest and best good, and rage at the world when things don’t work out as we had planned.”

The above quote is from an article I wrote for the October/November issue of Elements For A Healthier Life Magazine ( We’ve touched on the subject of journaling before, but it’s worth taking a second look at how journaling can be our safe place to fall as we learn, through trial and error, how to build the authentic life we want and deserve.

To begin with, here is what journaling is NOT:

  • It’s not a place to discuss your to-do list for the day.
  • It’s not a place to give a weather report or to complain about said report.
  • It’s not a diary.

What journaling does is open the doors to your inner sanctuary and allow all the many sides of you to come out and express themselves. On the pages of your journal you carry on a conversation with your ego self, your five-year-old self that never felt loved, or special, or the young adult self that never felt as if she measured up to everyone else, and discover how that is playing out in your life now. Your journal is the place where you can see your dreams and hopes in black and white, in the light of day instead of in the shadows of your mind. Your journal is also where the demons that have tracked you from your earliest years are exposed and vanquished.

When we sit down to write in our journals, we write from where we are right now in this moment. Are we happy? Sad? Excited? Why? Are we reaching for something but don’t know how to name what that “something” is? Write it down. What does it feel like, look like, taste like? If it were an animal, what animal would it be? If you’re stuck, write down the words: “What if …” and see where it takes you. Don’t be afraid. Your journal comes complete with a money back guarantee: if you don’t like what comes out on the page, you are free to write something else.

My journal has been my best friend and confidant since I was 10 years old. It was where I shared my deepest hopes and dreams, what I perceived to be my failures as well as my successes, and where my love life spilled across the page live leaves blowing across the lawn. All of my child-rearing years, the precious moments and the times that tested my courage as well as my patience, are in there. All of the hardest decisions of my life were made on those pages, and the unknown miracles and gifts of my wisdom years are now found there as well.

Building a house requires a set of plans, a blueprint. Building an authentic life requires one as well, and your journal is where those plans are created, tested and brought forth into being. Even if you build yourself into a corner, a mere turn of the page can present us with a means of moving forward. Your journal is your way out and your next step.

This week over on the Home Page, we’re going to play with some journaling prompts. As always, have fun with this, and keep that hand moving across the page!

P.S. The creator and publisher of Elements For A Healthier Life Magazine, Cindy Kochis, has just released her new book: “Unleash Your Story: A Journal Writer’s Handbook” on

“C.K. Kochis shares how journaling saved her life when she was sixteen years old, the benefits of a writing practice, her interpretation of what journaling is and simple instructions to make your own journals. Gain inspiration from the 365 journal prompts to unleash their story and cultivate a deeper connection with ‘self’. This heart-centered book is intended to help unlock expressions of emotion that are often hard to put into words, reminisce on days gone by, put dreams and goals onto paper, and to open the gateway for messages from the heart to be seen on paper. BONUS – 30-days of journal pages to encourage the action of journaling.”

What better way to get your journaling muscles going! Get your copy today!.

Peace and blessings.