I really should be trying to journal more often, but life just has a way of knocking you off your feet sometimes. In some way I’m still recovering from Toji, even though you can probably say I’ve adjusted back to mainstream life. Work, mom life, family, and squeezing my writing into whatever pockets of time I can find, like now when everyone is sleeping.
I remember walking down a lane in the forest, the moon full and white, so quiet all I could hear were the crunching of autumn leaves under my boots. And thinking, I may never get a moment like this again.
In some way, the decision I made last night is part of the promise I made to myself while at Toji. To live more honestly, more truely, more fully. And only when you let go of the past, can you welcome the future.