journals

I like to journal.

I've written prayers, thoughts, dreams, rants, notes ... for years.

I have a shelf of journals.

I like the feel of actual paper and pen.

And I like carefully selecting the exact right journal for the moment I'm in.

That involves standing for a loooooong time in front of shelves at a bookstore,

handling and examining all the options in turn,

as I think about where my life is at.

If the right journal isn't there, I'll wait until another day.

I've never purchased the same one twice.

This time, I had some birthday money tucked away.

Usually I sigh over at least one journal, refusing to pay the ridiculous price.

But this time - well, the moment I'm in involves some crazy big and weighty dreams.

They're kind of extravagant.

So I went all-out on a crazy big and weighty journal.

With metal clasps.

It's kind of extravagant. Perfect.

Oh ... imagine the things that will be written here ... !