I finished a journal this week.  It was one that I had loved enough to use consistently.  I knew it would end soon so I bought another journal – just to be ready.  But I find I cannot write those first lines.  My thoughts are all wound up and like this yarn, I cannot find a beginning.  I am tempted to pull out my scissors and cut into this mess of fiber and perhaps release those words.  Otherwise I will be a dull participant in the Slice of Life challenge coming up March 1.