#journal keeping

[thistledownandmoss]

[thebibi]

I'm going on Vacation in 3 hours and I'm having a hard time shifting gears.

I won't be fully available on tumblr for the next 2 weeks....living in Real Life as opposed to living in Dracula Fandom Hell.

So if I don't reblog much now you know!

[crazycatsiren]

From @thewitchoftheforest.

[asteriasgarden]

journal like you want the person reading it long after your death to fall in love with you

[healthy-helping]

Prayer and meditation books for daily faith keeping.

There’s a peaceful, calming, comforting power in prayer and meditation.

I also keep a journal for this purpose — a faith journal. It’s good for jotting down thoughts and feelings; like a diary I share with G-d 🙂

There’s a liberation in freeing yourself from your burdens by sharing them and releasing the weight of them.

Prayer and meditating on positive things helps achieve this goal — happiness.

Be happy by choosing happy 💐

[livinginsuncity]

And tell me there are things that you regret. (’Cause if I’m being honest I ain’t over you yet)

You are heartbroken. You are coping. You are healing.

Day 0

You asked me out, which was weird because you never did anymore. I rearranged my schedule so I could spend my entire day with you, no interruptions. 

“It’s just lunch.” You said on the phone like it wasn’t important, like this date wasn’t the first one in three months of not seeing each other. 

I got ready with anticipation and waited for you anxiously. You were going to pick me up, you were going to drive me around and we were going to have fun while I teased you about finally having your license.

You arrived at three o’clock. Always on time. You didn’t come up to my door as I wanted, but a simple message (I’m outside) alerted me of your arrival. You said nothing on the way to the restaurant, and there was something hanging on the air that kept me from making small talk. Never once did you look at me in the eyes.

You opened the door for me at the restaurant, you pulled my chair out, you insisted on ordering for both, and I still couldn’t find your eyes across the table. 

When the food arrived, we ate in silence, the sound of those around us filled my ears. When I glanced at your plate, I realized that it was still intact. Something fell off and as I was about to ask you about it you opened your mouth and broke my heart. 

“We should break up,” your eyes were glued to the table. “I don’t feel anything for you anymore, and we don’t see each other that much.” Your eyes locked into mine and it was my turn to look at anything but you. “I don’t love you anymore.”

I felt your eyes looking for mine, you obviously wanted an answer, but all I could think about was the weight of my broken heart. All that was running through my mind was the last couple of weeks when the words I love you couldn’t stop leaving your lips, when our plans for the future seemed brighter than ever, and I thought I couldn’t be happier. 

“We would be better as friends,” you muttered. “With nothing holding us back as we go on in our lives.”

I nodded, without listening, and you let out a sigh of relief saying how happy you were that I had understood. 

All I could think about was how much I loved you.

Day 2

I threw away the chocolates I was going to give you, they wouldn’t taste sweet.

Day 13

I had a dream about you. Your stupid blue eyes and your perfect hair invaded my mind.

My last memory of you didn’t seem to leave alone. You cold eyes, your evasive look, your harsh words. 

And how your voice sounded when you said you didn’t love me anymore. 

I guess I won’t be over you any time soon 

Day 37

I can’t seem to get you out of my mind. 

Every time I try to forget you, you reappear in my thoughts. 

I still look at your number on my phone, I listen to your old voice messages, and I lie awake at night thinking about your cold eyes. 

Day 73

I cried today.

I had not cried since the day you broke my heart. I broke down again while thinking about you.

Why didn’t you love me? Why wasn't I enough?

Day 121

Your birthday came and went.

I sent you a “happy birthday” message while looking through our old conversations. The last unseen message I had sent you still burned a hole through my heart.

“I still love you”

Day 181

You eyes invaded my mind all day. How they looked when I made you feel proud, happy, loved, indifferent. I remember the admiration, the love, and the coldness from the day you broke my heart. 

I still hear your voice in my head. The words I don’t love you anymore are engraved in my mind, and they play like an old broken record. Over and over and over again. 

Day 253

I hate you. I threw away our photos.

I love you. I saved my favorite one.

Day 365

It has been a year.

I don’t remember your laugh, I don’t recall what you used to call me. You mannerisms left my mind, and the only thing I know about your eyes is how cold they can be. 

But I still remember your address, and each time I drive by I look out through the window hoping to see you outside. 

Day 453

It’s your birthday today

We don’t talk anymore.

I still love you.

Day 522

I am drunk and I still love you.

Day 522 pt. 2

It’s my birthday today and I almost didn’t think about you. 

But late at night, laying in my bed, all I could hear you was your voice saying you didn’t love me anymore so I fell asleep crying with my phone lighting up with a birthday message from you. 

Day 523

I am hangover and I still love you

Day 582

I don’t see out the window anymore.

Day 641

You are still on my mind. When I start to forget you something happens and all my memories about you are brought back to the surface. 

Day 729

I will never forget you.

You were my first love, one way or another I will always love you. Even when I pretend that I don’t anymore. 

You were my first heartbreak, I will always hate you. Even when I pretend that I am over you. 

Day 858

I saw you today, for the first time in two years. 

We talked for a while, you told me about your life and I told you about mine. 

We are on neighbor campuses. You still love art, and I live for engineering. 

I don’t hear your voice in my head anymore. I don’t see your cold eyes when I close mine.  I don’t love you anymore.  I have healed.

This work is based on personal experience. These are my entries while I was healing from a hard break up.

[bloodmoon333]

The Benefits of Keeping a Journal

No matter where you are in your spiritual journey keeping the journal can be one of the best things you can do for yourself.

I can’t really say when I first began my spiritual journey, as I feel like I’ve always been on this path whether I was consciously aware of it or not. But, when I decided to begin committing to my spiritual path I started a journal for myself. I call it my Experience Journal, it’s where I keep record of some of the spiritual experiences I’ve been through. I began it back in 2014 and it’s hard to believe that I’ve had it for this long and I’m still working on filling the pages!

These are some of the pros to keeping a journal about your spiritual experiences and spiritual work:

Validates your experiences! This is one of the biggest benefits I find from keeping a journal. Being able to read over my past experiences reminds me of how real they were to me, and that I am capable of what I’m doing.

You can learn more about your experience! One of the things that I love about writing down my experiences is that I usually end up learning more about it in the process. Writing, for me at least, helps the information flow more easily and I can let the story play out naturally.

Track your progress over time. Of course, who doesn’t love to see how much they’ve grown over time? This is a really great way to see how far you’ve come and appreciate yourself and all you’ve been through!

Here are a few tips I would like to share with all of you about keeping a journal like this:

 Have fun with it! Allow yourself to be creative with your journal, draw pictures, colour them in later, use different coloured pens. Add whatever inspires you.

Write when you want to not because you have to. I personally have a difficult time with routines or keeping to a schedule. So, when I created my journal I promised myself that I would only write when I felt inspired to do so. This maintains the ‘fun’ feeling of keeping a journal without feeling obligated to myself to keep up with it - which can ruin the fun for me.

Remember that this journal is for YOU and you alone. Don’t worry about spelling, grammar, punctuation, or about sounding ‘perfect.’ You’re writing this for you, to help you validate your experiences, not to prove yourself to anyone, including yourself.

Be flexible about what you write about in your journal. I have had numerous journals in the past for separate things such as Tarot Readings, Plant Medicine and Dream Work. None really stuck with me except for my Experience Journal, and I believe that is in part due to the fact that I have always been very flexible about what I include in it. I personally title my entries, and I use different coloured pens for fun. But you could colour-code the entries if you wanted to have easy and quick reference to experiences you want to keep track of over time. Examples would be Dreamwork, Daydreams, Astral Work, Meditation, Healing/Healing exchanges, Intention Setting, Working with the Lunar Cycle, Gridwork, etc.

No matter what though, this is your journal for you to be creative with! So go have some fun with it! This is how our stories begin! <3

Blessed Be,

Bloodmoon

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