Journals

You would not believe the number of journals I have going at any one time. Currently, I have a gardening journal, a bucket list journal, a spiritual themed journal, a creative writing journal, a “dear diary” journal, a craft ideas journal, and a day-to-day calendar journal (where I record the highlights of what happens every day). Yes, it is nuts. But I have a swiss-cheese-like memory, and these books help keep me on track. Or so I’d like to believe. Mmmmm, cheese.

The journals, a scratch pad, and various pens for pretty writing.

Anyhow. While catching up in the day-to-day journal, I notice that June 12 apparently marked the start of “a Creative Spin Cycle”. (It’s a fairly new-agey calendar you see – referring to people like me as “womyn”, and being filled with astrological information, folky art, and writing about womyn’s spirituality). What a coincidence. June 12th was the first day I started setting up this blog. How serendipitous.

On the following page there is a poem entitled “Why I Write” by Meredith Heller. Even though I’m not much of a creative writer myself, the sentiment and process revealed in the poem are familiar. This is why I create. This is why I journal. Maybe this is even why I exist.

I have scanned the poem and included it below for you. Apologies for the poor scan quality, but I couldn’t imagine having to retype the whole thing. (I hope the copyright police are out having donuts.)

Ahhhh. Doesn’t that feel good? Now, it is time for a nap. I am afraid that a relatively sleepless night (one son with acid reflux wakings, the other with a horrid chest cough) has left me too drained for working on something else. Ah, well, there is always tomorrow.