Ode to My Journal.... May I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day?

I am having a love affair with my journal.

When I return to it, I wonder why I have stayed away so long? Why do I neglect it? Why do I leave it laying fallow in a pile of papers so it can barely breath?

My journal is faithful. It never changes. It is always there when I finally come back to visit and share.

My journal is not pretty. It is a spiral notebook. Though I did get a quality one with a lovely lavendar thick cover. My handwriting is not as pretty as I like either. And my posts are not eloquent. Many are short. Some I can barely read. But it is the stuff of our lives.

When I am feeling down or lost or losing my compass, I can turn to the pages in my journal and see a glimpse of what the boys (and I) am learning on our journey. When I take the stilted entries and tap them into to my Word document (sorted by subject areas) I see credits taking shape.. conversations of the past weeks forming into a cohesive mass of learning and thinking and see the paths we have taken and how they all interrelate. It allows me to see how much we do, and I cannot possibly write it all down.

I promise, Oh Journal, not to neglect you again.

Well, unless I get busy.

But I will return.