My memory was jogged about my huge thick journal of Morning Pages, from 2002 when a group of us worked though Julia Cameron's Artist Way. This isn't a well ordered journal, it is blank pages filled with stream of consciousness for three minutes upon rising for the day. Written so fast probably a quarter of it I can't even read.
I'm reminded by this card on the third page there is a comment that I didn't encourage visitors because there isn't any furniture in the front room. Hummm. Twelve years later there still isn't, it never has made the priority list. Bits about people it takes me awhile to even remember. And some deep thoughtful pieces about creativity which are a pleasure to read. Memory is a magical thing and it's fun to have an infusion of it. And to put it in perspective...
"Not a single one of the cells that compose you knows who you are, or cares." ~ Daniel C. Dennett 1942- Sweet Dreams: Philosophical Obstacles to a Science of Consciousness
Tarot opened previously closed doors to my own heart with it's merciless quest for the truth, nothing but the truth. They flay the soul and make me say thank you afterward. Each hour spent with my cards is a new lesson to be learned. Viva la Journey.