When I was younger, I would write prose and poetry when recording what insights, visions, or dreams were presented to me.

I have decided to dust off the old journals with their yellowing pages and share some with you.

In some cases, I will try to provide the reader with information of the entry’s history.

A word of caution — some are simplistic; many are ‘downers’ or can be ‘disturbing’ – but I still wrote what I saw.

In some, the names were removed (for confidentiality).

May one or more of them speak to you.

Jan Toomer