Good God. As a fellow journal keeper and chronic pensive person, this finds company in my soul. These are thoughts I myself have had a difficult time expressing. Kudos to you for finding them within yourself. May we become satisfied in the ways we labor and document - cheers, friend!
This reached my soul like an arrow. Kinda painful even, but still I thank you for expressing something I had been thinking myself but could not put in words.. that sense of having change so much that my past self's feel like a whole different person, like if I'm not living my own life, and even the question of "why I write?", and I have only come to an answer close to what you wrote: because it is so unbearable, that I need to honor it, the capacity, the tendons of my hands, and the support of the universe to be able to do it.
I love my notebooks! I have a bunch of them in the living room now. I did find that I have been using smaller notebboks and it was like my writing was drying up. I'm retired now and don't have the turmoils of work to write about. I bought bigger notebooks, Paperblanks, because I decided I needed more beauty in my life. I wish I had those camping stories to tell!
I have always wondered why I, too, have an insatiable urge to write everything down. I remember as a child in the 60’s how excited I was to get a new notebook, the kind with pastel colored pages, and new pencils and crayons. This article gave me some clarity and some freedom to accept that it all does not have to be organized. This urge that lives within always wants to come out on paper. It never goes away. Thank you, as usual you reached something within my heart!
There is something wonderful about the analog world of good, blank paper, pens and pencils. I trip up so often on the analog vs digital decision that I miss the opportunity to write in either medium.
Good God. As a fellow journal keeper and chronic pensive person, this finds company in my soul. These are thoughts I myself have had a difficult time expressing. Kudos to you for finding them within yourself. May we become satisfied in the ways we labor and document - cheers, friend!
Tommy, you’ve outdone yourself again. Breathtakingly beautiful. Your thoughts expressed through your prose are like syrup for the soul.
The world is a better place with your scraps of paper in it. More importantly, with you expressing yourself in it.
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Fun to read... I too have stacks of notebooks.
Thanks for writing!
This reached my soul like an arrow. Kinda painful even, but still I thank you for expressing something I had been thinking myself but could not put in words.. that sense of having change so much that my past self's feel like a whole different person, like if I'm not living my own life, and even the question of "why I write?", and I have only come to an answer close to what you wrote: because it is so unbearable, that I need to honor it, the capacity, the tendons of my hands, and the support of the universe to be able to do it.
I love my notebooks! I have a bunch of them in the living room now. I did find that I have been using smaller notebboks and it was like my writing was drying up. I'm retired now and don't have the turmoils of work to write about. I bought bigger notebooks, Paperblanks, because I decided I needed more beauty in my life. I wish I had those camping stories to tell!
I have always wondered why I, too, have an insatiable urge to write everything down. I remember as a child in the 60’s how excited I was to get a new notebook, the kind with pastel colored pages, and new pencils and crayons. This article gave me some clarity and some freedom to accept that it all does not have to be organized. This urge that lives within always wants to come out on paper. It never goes away. Thank you, as usual you reached something within my heart!
Beautiful and inspirational.
There is something wonderful about the analog world of good, blank paper, pens and pencils. I trip up so often on the analog vs digital decision that I miss the opportunity to write in either medium.
The entire essay is someone who sits beside me while I watch the Moon. A reminder that I'm not alone.
Beautiful; enjoyed immensely.