Hearts on Fire

I am wildly comforted to read my words over tonight in this journal. I am all asunder and quietly working at turning it over to Spirit and not screaming, but I would scream if I had a place to. Then I read me screaming a few entries ago and know it for what it is and feel good. I do not shut up. I *can* scream when I need to. And I can move on. And most comforting of all are the rare times someone responds and I know these screams are not meaningless nor going unheard. Blessings.