Navigating the Journey
Author: A Peaceful Hippy Girl Living a Peaceful Hippy Life
I have been writing in my many journals for years and years, since childhood actually when I kept diary after diary and graduated to journal after journal. I was recently out with a friend and she commented on the amount of journals I must have and where I could possibly put them all when they are filled up. Are any filled completely is the question? I have this pattern, habit, okay...obsession about finding new journals, using them for one purpose only (a course, a workshop, a trip...) and then tucking them away somewhere. I stumble across them from time to time and glance over them. There are barely any pictures in them, just writing and an occasional pressed flower or clover.
So after spending the afternoon with my friend at a beekeeping workshop and writing in my beekeeping journal (of course) I thought I would once again, sit down and try and write a blog. I know I've posted blogs in the past, but they are very different from what I write in my journals and my workshop notebooks and any random piece of paper I find to scribble a thought or two on. This time I'm going to commit, I silently promise to myself. No, I really am going to! Really! Promise!
And so who cares if I write a blog anyway? Who's even going to take five minutes to read it? What's the point? Isn't that what most people who write a blog ask themselves? None of those questions are of concern to me. I write because I love to write. I love the way words flow and the way they sound to the ear. I love the way different fonts attack my eye. I love the way the pen feels as it glides across different textures of paper. Mostly I journal because the future me will enjoy looking back and seeing what we've done together through the years.
When I find my old diaries and journals from childhood I become "Missy" again. I see her writing those words in my mind's eye and I am her again. I am sitting at the kitchen table on the farm in Comus, Maryland and writing my name in the space in the front that says, This Diary Belongs To, followed by a long line that is expecting a name to be written on it.
Missy Mann I write. I'm maybe six years old. My dairy is a small, rectangular blue hardback book with a gold lock on the front and has a set of keys to use. I guess the maker of this diary anticipate that I will lose one. I never did. Each little, golden key got carefully tucked away and hidden deeply from peering eyes.
The point to this entry is to send out the energy that I want to write often and about my life passions and interests. I want to share with my future self how the Melissa Spencer in each present moment lived. Did she live to her fullest? Did she do what she wanted to do? See what she wanted to see? Meet who she wanted to meet? Travel? Have grandchildren? Live to be 83 or older? Be married to Dave for 50 or more years? So many questions...
So dear reader, feel free to stop on by from time to time and see what's up in my life if you'd like. Leave a comment below if something I write connects our hearts. Ask me a question or maybe even begin a blog too. I'll be here writing about my life for me and for future me to reflect on. Journaling and writing is a very cathartic practice of self-care and if you know me at all, you know I am passionate about how to provide self-care on a daily basis in multiple ways. My philosophy is that you have to love yourself before you can truly hand out love to others. Love comes from the inside before love can be moved to the external world.
I hope that if your eyes do happen to skim across this blog, that reading these words brought up some positive thought for you. Even if that thought or memory was brief. The point of reflecting with words is to share an experience outwardly about what's going on internally.
In the meantime, enjoy navigating your own journey and know we are all traveling on the same path home.
Peaceful thoughts, peaceful words and peaceful actions that come from my heart.