Once I returned from an enchanting 30 days in Scotland and Ireland....
I was compelled to ignite those pesky morning pages I'd accumulated over 10 years,
from 1994 and 2004, as I wrote neatly on the spines of the journals ....
this was a more difficult task than I anticipated
creating mounds of ash
slow to burn
I ended up burning only the loose pages,
figuring burning the books would take hours.
I read some of the entries...picking up snippets of how unhappy I'd been for so many of those years,
before I tossed the rest in the recycle bin.
Feels good to let that go.