Sunday, August 8, 2010

Journals, journals and more journals...

I love journals.

I go nuts for journals.

Journals organize me.

Journals record my days' acitivities.

Journals list my lists.

Journals are my diaries.

Journals record my thoughts.

Journals keep my dates straight.

Journals make me happy.

Journals help me dream.

Journals ground me.

Journals help me to be childlike.

Journals give me new life.

Jourmals help me breathe

Journals record my ideas.

Journals store my sketches.

Journals keep my poetry safe.

Journals allow for realizations.

Journals are acceptance.

Leather bound







Years and years of journals I have.

I can pick any year, any month, any day

and go back to that very time in my life.

I can recapture those moments as if they were yesterday.

Some journals are chaotic,

a thick abundance of juicy

images and imagery,

baubles and beads,

embellishments and fibers.

I'm led through some random wanderings,

meandering recordings

and fleeting roving thoughts...

destination unknown.

I love journals!


  1. I just love your blog! The journal list is great - I want to steal it! All of your writings, photos and drawings are so interesting! I enjoyed all of your talents and look forward to visiting regularly!

  2. I am so glad to see some spiral notebooks in there. I am working out of one now but kept thinking "this isn't a 'REAL' journal". Even though it houses all my thoughts and doodles and ideas. Guess I need to rethink that, huh?

  3. I loved this post. It was wonderful to see all your journals. So many types.
    I hate to admit it but years ago when I was stupid, I threw away all my old journals. They were full of sadness. But now that I'm older I sure wish I would have kept them.