I wrote a few words on keeping a journal.
You responded in interesting and very personal ways.
Reasons why you couldn’t.
Reasons why you shouldn’t.
And reasons why you do.
I to0 am a writer of journals but every year I am pleased to throw a few old ones out, I do glean, but most of it is boring moaning rubbish. I think my journals are where I dump these thoughts so that they do not get in the way of my life! I live in terror of someone reading them!! morning darling.. I dropped in before I go out into the cold to do some work in the barn and Now I am going to give some serious thought to creating journals FOR people to read, maybe then I will create something marvelous.. though the blog is a journal really without the moany bits!.. c
May great-great-grandmother kept a journal for many years and I was fortunate enough to discover them several years ago. It was quite an insight to her daily life. I randomly keep a journal. I like the way you describe your journal writings.
Lovely post Ms Virginia, yes writing in a journal is a wonderful way to write love notes to oneself. If only I would depart with my thoughts and commit them to ink… perhaps fear of commitment to me myself and I …
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I LOVE to keep journals of all sorts. When we travel, every moment is written down. As I create recipes my journals are full of notes and ponderings about the spices. Years from now they shall be the fodder of someone’s eyes and imagination……….I hope!
Let not jotting notes in a journal be something to fear but rather a place to go for whatever the reason. It can be a place for saving precious quotes, documenting late night thoughts or, simply writing about that which you observe when out in the world, even if in a different neighbourhood.
A long time ago, when in Italy, my camera broke so I wrote about that which I saw. Twenty years later, when one night this particular journal’s pages were turned, I was delighted and amazed at what was captured by my eyes rather than a camera. It provided for a wonderful few hours of entertainment.
The same held true for my journals from high school which were saved for me by my mom ( God forbid.) I don’t know if she ever read them but at this point in my life, they represent the banal jottings of a teenager which I am thrilled to have because of memories that are refreshed. Although, I must admit, one was written in “pig” Latin so it could not be understood; rather ironic, because now I am no longer able to understand the entries.
If things are so personal that you would want no other to ever lay eyes upon your thoughts, let it meet with fire one day or, perhaps have a pact with a dear friend to rid your home of same upon your demise. I have such a pact with my dear Meece.( please don’t forget.)
I think it also important to remember that journals can provide insight into one who might have died. It becomes the choice of another whether to read them or, not.
They line my bookshelves and are rarely read but I find comfort in knowing they are with me.
“Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.”