A journal has to start somewhere.

Tell your story….. that’s what it’s telling me, on this lit-up screen at 1:30 in the afternoon. It snowed all weekend–a rarity for South Van Isle in BC. Is there something to be said about starting a journal after a rare and beautiful weather event? Maybe there is. I’ll get back to you on that.

My story… my story. We all have one, I know that much. Or do we only have one?

Here’s my problem. My brain is constantly running all over the place. I have thousands of stories up here, in my head. It’s picking one..or tying them together, that’s the hard part. Part of me hopes writing it all down might help me make sense of it. My journey, my life, my story, my IDENTITY… and how I connect to it all. ‘It all’… you know… people, nature, spirits, earth, before and after…

I’ve always thought I knew myself. But lately, I’m just not sure. Will telling parts of my story to you help me find a way through? I hope so. Because writing is about all that keeps me fighting lately.

Stay tuned? If you want? I’ll be checking in here often. I’m nervous to do this. But it’s time, and I’ll never be more ready than right now.

This is me, these are my stories. Will you be a witness to my truth?

My name’s Tasha. It’s really nice to finally meet you.