My journal, my little 5×8 spiral notebook goes most everywhere with me. From 
my nightstand, to the kitchen bar where I sip coffee, to breakfast whether home or at a restaurant, tucked near at hand in my purse throughout the day, and returned to the nightstand at day’s end. It is my friend, confidant, psychoanalyst. I firmly believe I owe my sanity to committing my day good or bad to the page.
my nightstand, to the kitchen bar where I sip coffee, to breakfast whether home or at a restaurant, tucked near at hand in my purse throughout the day, and returned to the nightstand at day’s end. It is my friend, confidant, psychoanalyst. I firmly believe I owe my sanity to committing my day good or bad to the page.Natalie Goldberg said, “Take out another notebook, pick up another pen, and just write, just write, just write. In the middle of the world, make one positive step. In the centre of chaos, make one definitive act. Just write. Say yes, stay alive, be awake. Just write. Just write. Just write.”
I agree. Last year with so much loss, it took my pain and grief. These days when death stalks a sweet friend, and we can only watch and wait, it helps to put pen to page and voice the feelings there that cannot be voiced aloud.
It also helps to end the day by listing at least 5 things I’m grateful for that day as well, whether that thing is as simple as birdsong, sunrise or a gentle rain. Gratitude soothes the soul. Yes, Natalie, I’ll keep taking out another notebook and I will write, write, just write.
© Perle Champion
Perle Champion 