A Date with Destiny?
Both journals were done. The proof copy of Volume Two was on its way for review prior to publishing. I woke up one morning with this imagery in my mind:
I’m young. I have a journal in my hand that I created for a friend by folding sheets of paper in half and stapling them. The interior pages of the journal are “designed.” Some have pencil drawings on them where I made areas to write out lists or notes. Other pages contain ideas of what to write about. There are pages with taped-on pockets in which I’ve tucked little notes of inspiration.
This was not a dream. It was a memory.
My mind then wandered to another memory. The first book I tried to write. The story of a twelve-year-old girl, written in the format of journal entries.
Long-forgotten memories arriving to mind right before I publish a notebook that blends those two creative things I did as a young girl into one adult offering, were like the answer to an unspoken question.
You see, this time while creating, the adult me had to overcome some pretty intense phases of self-doubt while surfing the wave of ever-changing physical and cognitive symptoms. I was engaged in the hardest thing I’ve ever done, stretched beyond what I thought I could handle. Yet, I felt compelled to continue.
Perhaps the inspiration that carried me through had a forty-year-old heartbeat.
As challenging as it was, the whole process was also remarkable. I experienced a great deal of personal growth and learned (or perhaps remembered) how to decorate the interior pages of a journal.
Because I didn’t want the energy of struggle to ever make it onto the page, I began the valuable practice of “resetting” myself. Sitting with intention, I’d fill myself with love and pray to serve the highest good. I’d ask for divine assistance in creating something both beautiful and inspiring. Then, I’d move forward on the path again, where I’d meet up with the vibe of destiny and creative joy.
Some of the journey has been so extraordinary, almost unbelievable, even to me, the one growing through it. I was blessed, often, to re-experience overwhelming awe and gratitude as words formed around stories about my life.
I found much-needed emotional nourishment and felt excited to be alive and aligned with my purpose. In other words, within this incredible challenge, I also experienced some of the world’s best medicine.
If you are walking the path of healing, you have my compassion. I’m glad you found your way here. It is my prayer that within the pages of these prompt journals you also find something that touches your heart and works like emotional medicine in your own life.
Volume One.
Writing prompt entitled:
One day, it dawned on me…
Copyright 2021 Kimberly Ahri
A little background on the inspiration behind the Insomnia writing prompt:
Insomnia. I used to fight it. Get frustrated. Fret about the approaching night. And then, I was guided to do it differently. Bring love into the experience. I’m not going to tell you I’ve turned insomnia into a good time, but I have learned how to introduce some harmony.
This is a small piece of a full page writing prompt in which the different aspects of insomnia are met with tenderness, acceptance, love and breathwork.
Volume One.
Writing prompt entitled:
Enabled
Copyright 2021 Kimberly Ahri
A little background on the “Armor Up” writing prompt:
I spent much of my life trying to be a person without any needs that might inconvenience others. I put the burden on myself to be acceptable to all others, even those who didn’t know how to honor me. I had a pattern of selling myself out because I didn’t know any better. And the price paid was too high.
In the pursuit of healing, I’ve learned that healing vibes hang out where honor is present. Correcting lifelong patterns is a process, that for me, begins with the basics like noticing: Where do I have to “armor up” just to hang out?