“What is important in the Olympic games is not winning, but taking part. What is important in life is not the triumph but the struggle.”
One of the things I love most about journal keeping is that it is the writer’s safe place. In the journal one explores, reveals, discovers and dreams on paper. Truly, for the writer, the journal is playground, training center and friend. A journal is the friend you hang out in sweats with, the one you can call anytime, the one who accepts you just as you are. I never dress up in or for my journal, I just reveal myself for better and worse in pages that always embrace my words and value my worth.
I ramble, create, doodle and rant in my journal.
I trust the blank page and it helps me step out of myself into possibility.
The journal I am sharing from for this month’s Random Journal Day comes from 1996.
The Summer Olympics were in full swing, I lost the one person I knew for sure loved me – my grandmother, I was on the tail-end of a long-term, very unhealthy relationship and running in a million different directions at once. I journaled through every moment of joy, sadness and the struggle that continues to resonate to this day. This journal reveals a turn, or return toward poetic efforts to put into words that which I found hard to articulate otherwise.
Where are your struggles? What do they reveal? We must ask ourselves how the superficial struggles in our lives reflect what is happening beneath the surface.
OK, enough of my pondering. Straight from the journal Dated July 18, 1996-August 26, 1996. (I don’t think I have shared this before but I may have shared from this journal before-sorry if I did- here it is anew!)
The summer of leisurely breakfasts
of losses and learning…
Sunny blue skies and stormy grey days
both to be embraced,
along with teary eyed memories
of “Amazing Grace”
Confusion and Clarity
walking hand in hand,
feeling closer to home
travelling in a foreign land.
New and familiar
at the same time
Everything old becomes new again,
The same, yet different simultaneously:
Nothing matters, everything matters.
Love is the only answer to every question.
Love is all that matters.
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