There was one morning I was reading Wisdom From The Woods and I heard a voice that said “Write.” I tried to ignore it and keep reading, but I could no longer concentrate.

So I got up moved to my desk, pulled out my journal and began to write.

There was nothing on my mind to write about but I began to write about an event that happened in my house when I was a child.

I have carried this event with me through my life and unconsciously it has been a part of every decision I have ever made. I wrote about how I remembered it and how I felt. I wrote about how it has affected me for years.

I wrote about the truth of it in my life now and then I wrote about forgiveness – forgiveness of all those involved and acknowledged that they probably have not thought about that night for years and years. I wrote through tears and heartache of a little girl.

As I wrote I physically felt that burden fall away. Today I think more about the day I let it go than the day it happened. I have let that Fall leaf that has hung on for so long finally fall to the ground.

We are all really the same.

The details may be different, but the theme is the same. We are all just journeying home, doing the best we can. Somedays we succeed and some days we are a mess, but regardless tomorrow is a new day and we get to try again.

– Dana G.