January
On January 1st, I tapped into my new Christmas gift from my parents - an online class called “Journaling as Creative Liberation.” The teacher told us that journaling can be anything, and for anyone. One word she kept repeating was a place to collect lingerments - a word I immediately penned into my own journal. Here are some “lingerments” from this month. During one of my meditations, the instructor said “focus on the journey of the outbreath.” After that session I wrote a poem about releasing and letting go to remind myself that I will always land, anchored, no matter what I may be exhaling. My mom gave me a honey jar, and I spent about ten minutes admiring it as I unwrapped it and placed it delicately in my kitchen. I loved the honey dipper and lazily swirling it around in the jar. I found myself disappointed when the honey didn’t drizzle slowly and magnificently off the dipper, but rather just sat still and thick in the crevices. I carefully placed the dipper into my steaming c...