While my paper journaling slowly tapered as my blogging prowess grew, I always found solace, staring at a blank page, trying to decide where my thoughts and words and doodles could go. Over the years, I jotted down experiences and moments of truth that I wanted to remember, whether they were great or miserable. I still go back once every 5 or so years and giggle at the stuff I thought was SO important in the 8th grade, and I’m taken back to that moment when I sat down to write and why I thought it was worth capturing.
My husband bought me this book with 1,000 Artist Journal Pages that is simply inspiring, thought-provoking and beautiful to look through. While my artistic skills are a complete joke, I can appreciate the raw pouring of human emotion that can be found in the pages of a Moleskin by more talented artists and deeper thinkers.
As my yoga practice has grown and changed and taken wrong turns, I find the same exercise of coming to a journal – whether on paper or digitally – to process my thoughts is extremely therapeutic. It is most certainly a moment of zen.
Oh, and Happy Opening Ceremony for the London Olympics! I’m going to be glued to the TV tonight.