When my grandmother, Zelda, passed away fifteen years ago at the age of ninety, she left me with a box of miscellaneous items from her house that she knew I had grown to appreciate over the years.
Among these items is an old leather-bound journal that she aptly named her Inspiration Journal.Throughout the second half of her life, she used this journal to jot down ideas, thoughts, quotes, song lyrics, and anything else that moved her.
She would read excerpts from her journal to me when I was growing up, and I would listen and ask questions. I honestly credit a part of who I am now to the wisdom she bestowed on me when I was young.Although I’ve shared some of her wisdom in the past here on the blog and with our email subscribers, today is the day she became an angel fifteen years ago.
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