It was the summer before I started college and I was working as a trail guide for hikes into the White Mountains at a camp in New Hampshire for kids from the Boston ghettos. My dad had sent me away for the summer for my mom was at home losing her long battle with cancer. She’d bundled up all the letters I’d written her that summer, and when I look at them now I realize they are a journal for that time of my life. They are full of life thoughts, deep, insightful feelings from a boy that was losing his first love. Journaling is a think it, ink it process that provides us moments of reflection that better fuse our mind-body-spirit connections. Start journaling today.
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