Nest of letters

While away for a few days I was able to journal and gather myself around my thoughts. We make our own histories. We edit and mold our memories. I know that not everything I say is true happened exactly that way. But my memories and truths make me who I am. It's imperfect but the reality.
Three simple days to gather my dream images, to sit and meditate over coffee, to watch the river and enjoy fantastic meals, have made me relish all the senses and hope for a brighter future. I am nesting in words. The individual letters are bones and maps and the structure I can build the next story from.
9 x 9 inches collage and painted maps on paper panel.