Lift Your Eyes To The Stars

children need someone who will love and comfort

them…be there for them…a safe place to fall.

growing up without that in your childhood creates

a builder of walls…carefully constructed around the

heart so the hurt is kept at bay. add in an artist's

soul…a gypsy child…traveler…wanderer…the

one who never fit in…and the wall inches higher.

journaling has become my therapist of choice…

a place to exorcise all the ghosts from my past.

brick by brick the wall is tumbling down…

brick by brick the heart emerges to the

whispered words…

"lift your eyes to the stars…child…

and know you are loved"