Remember we all stumble, every one of us. That's why it's a comfort to go hand in hand.
" Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish,
here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish."
I'm introducing a new journal. It has come to me that there are people out there who suffer from acute or chronic problems, physical, emotional, psychological, social, ethical and otherwise, who need to talk about them.. In many cases a person has no one they trust to talk to and it is more helpful to write things out.
I know it was palpably therapeutic for me to write out my fear and pain during my recent nightmare months of February and March. I also know that a lot of people avoided reading it because of various reasons. And it was semi public at the time.
But then I believe Guido had some success with his Calls For Prayer. My new journal is not asking for prayer but a place to weep, rage, complain, beg, plead, and give up (temporarily) if you want to.
If you have the option to write anonymously, please do that if you want to, no one will erase your entry.or refuse it. Give me your trouble, your wounded heart, your terror and your anguish. Let your words flow into the warm hands of those who care. I'll take all your good news also and celebrate with you.
The new journal is called Hand of the Vagabond and it's at http://vagabondhand.blogspot.com/
Vagabond Journeys will keep posting things of the inane, insane and germane for our reading pleaser, yours and mine.
DB - The Vagabond
Never Give Up