My last post ‘the lighter side’ leads to what I believe transforms the journaling practice. Somewhere in my 30s I began re-reading every journal before I began the next. Most people know that empty feeling when finishing a wonderful novel, not ready to have it end, not ready to jump into the awkward start ofContinue reading “Threads”
This weekend I was reminded journaling doesn’t always have to be profound, or even serious. Sometimes I doodle, or draw some scenery I am gazing at. This weekend I wrote about dancing. Each holiday season my husband compiles a CD of current artist’s holiday songs. This weekend we were listening to some of the moreContinue reading “The lighter side”
This morning I read a newsletter from a site named Peer Circle. (**see reference at the end) One article was celebrating the changing seasons. In it there’s a beautifully written line: “We are comforted by the winter rhythms of filling the bird feeders and the wood crib.” I don’t know about yours, but I findContinue reading “Clearing the residue of the day”
I know I said I would next be writing about the residue of the day, but as often happens in journaling, something else has bubbled up. I decided to go with it. A friend recently asked me if I have ever re-read what I’d written and regretted my words. She stopped journaling because she had.Continue reading “Do you ever regret what you wrote?”
One of the early instrumental pieces I read that involved journaling was Julia Cameron’s, The Artist’s Way (from the 1990s). It was primarily about nurturing your creativity but she recommended a journaling method called, “Morning Pages”. I tried journaling in the mornings but it didn’t always work for me. I believe journaling is best done,Continue reading “When and how much to journal”
There are journaling groups out there that are designed to help people reach and heal very deep rooted trauma in life. That’s not my focus or my skill base. My purpose is to inspire new journalers and re-ignite a passion for journaling.
I have journaled all my life. When I was young it was the way I chronicled my day-who I liked, who liked me, what was said, and about what fun I did or didn’t have on the weekend. It was the place and era I began to find my voice. In my 20s it becameContinue reading “My story”