A Journal on Profundity

So... today I begin my journal. Where do I begin? How do I begin? Without, within... the confines of a page, like a prison wall the surrounds my thoughts. "You must color within the lines" I recall my kindergarten teacher instructing us, otherwise we won't graduate and move on to first grade. And at 58, that merciless and foreboding warning I would for anything trade. So here, in the ether of my thoughts and the confines of ruled paper all is transformed from lined prison bars to the revelation of an inmate who upon receiving his baptism by the Holy Spirit proclaiming... "thank God for prison... for now, I am truly free!" And as I stare deep into the fragments of this modern papyrus the lines and spaces that confine me begin to escape and I enter through pupil of the "Magic Eye". It reveals a new world where I have communion with God... and receive the wisdom I desire. To journal... is to pray...