Staring at the blank page before you…

I am unwritten, can’t read my mind, I’m undefined
I’m just beginning, the pen’s in my hand, ending unplanned
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Natasha Bedingfield

Art Journal: Ending unplanned

Thanks for all your good thoughts, smiles, and love, posted in correspondence to my previous rather gloomy post. It’s still raining here, but only outside my dirty windows.

I’ll be back soon, maybe even tomorrow, with another unplanned post… Hopefully with more energy and loads of sunshine.

Oh. Still love the unwritten lyrics:

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

PS: listen here


7 Responses

  1. Oh, Hanna, I haven’t gotten back far enough to read what’s been going on with you, but I do love catching up. You light many ways forward.

  2. Now I shall go figure out what is going on! I don’t know how many pages I’ve done, or days that have been improved by the song Unwritten. I simply adore it.

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