I've written in journals on-and-off. Old journals are tucked in odd places, mostly blank pages and intermittent entries. Pulled one out ... and rediscovered vividly-worded expressions of gratitude, past. Reading them was a total immersion in the now of yesterday. Even things that were not intentionally described as gratitude came back to me, clearly, as appreciation. It was surprising! I've tended not to read old thoughts back, due to judging my past states of consciousness. This time, I found myself wondering, at first -- whoa, did I even write this? Then reading it as I might another's. When the feeling of it all returned, it was welcome -- not always easy, but welcome.
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