The Pen and The Journal
Where the magic begins

The Pen and the journal create the magic of survival for me. Friday’s prompt for my Wild and Wonderous week asks the question, “What is in your Writer’s Survival Kit? If you look deeply into my survival kit, it contains a mere three things. My Dr. Grip pen, one of the varied journals either published by me or gifted to me, and the magic of the Ruby Red Shoes.
Journal writing is a survival tool I started over three decades ago. It evolved into morning pages and now is ingrained into the start of each day, like brushing my teeth or my 1st cup of coffee. I am out of sync without these daily starters.
Writing keeps me centered and connected to my spirit. It is the place where problems are solved, big and small, and where I can magically hear my inner wisdom. It is a magical place of validation for ideas and my thoughts. It has healing powers beyond measure.
It holds the journey of the Ruby Red Shoes dancing on my yellow brick road of life. Reiterating, I have always had the magical power of the shoes; I just needed to learn to believe in it. My spiritual path turned a reoccurring childhood nightmare into a colorful, magical journey into enlightenment.
The tattoo on my back was born within my pages, as it turned the Wicked Witch’s tower into a stone castle with light beams permeating through the windows. Or how, early on, when I questioned the term GOD, my journal brought the angel Michaelangelo to sit on my shoulder to guide me.
My journals extended into my blogging life and my desire to share my words to empower others. The power of my words is often the only truths I feel I hear. I know, eventually, the honesty will fly off the pages and land between my ears. My pen is the flow of my present moments to glare back at me and shows me I am enough, just as I am.
To watch the blank pages, I have created, bound within my creative visions on the cover, is my flow in life. It brings “knowing” into a permanence to see clearly through all the outside influences I encounter daily.
Years ago, I instructed my eldest that all the boxes full of old journals be buried with me — they are that much a part of my physical world. I feel my legacy is to leave them with the spirit of ME, in my actions that evolved from those daily thoughts, not words written years ago.
Yes, my pen, my journal, and the magic of my metaphorical Ruby Red Shoes are all I need in my writer’s survival kit. Heck, it is the foundation of what I need in all aspects of my survival. It has built the framework for my purpose in this lifetime. My empowerment in each of the roles and labels attached to me. Whether that is as a mom, a partner, a friend, a survivor, a teacher, a facilitator, an advocate, a teacher, trainer, facilitator, or simply “just jules,” My life has morphed from surviving to thriving with each stroke of the pen. I am forever grateful for that.





