The day that we put the third Brilliant on a plane to AU for a year and half of studies overseas, I made a page in my journal. The house was dramatically quiet, heightened by the fact that the oldest Brilliant was on vacation and the Littles at camp.
On the leaving day, I didn’t have words. Quite frankly, I didn’t want to use any more words. Goodbye was a big enough word for one day.
But when I got home, a sheet of stickers caught my eye. A sheet of nests, some of them empty, just sitting there.
That’s why I art journal, because sometimes a page is safer than words in the capture.
One empty nest in gray said what I didn’t want to talk about, but didn’t want to forget.
