the gathering, the sorting, the gluing, the secret messages,
the "working it out on the page"
the documenting, the processing, the sorting of emotions.
i can speak through a page. to myself. to others.
to the future, to the past.
there is healing here for me;
a place where i make friends with myself.
with my lovely and not so lovely parts.
a spot to try on different beliefs and thoughts,
dreams and ideas
and not hear the voices of disapproval
that still sometimes ring loud in my ears.
i become my own cheerleader and advocate
reminding myself of so much
that sometimes i just can't see.
I always enjoy seeing these little snippets of your journals. The are fascinating and foreign...not a method of emotional sorting that comes naturally to me. Years ago, when I was working through a time of depression, I tried for a few weeks to build a scrapbook journal myself. The process was enjoyable and interesting, and the specific creativity involved was far better for me than the times I tried to write things out somehow in words - but, ultimately, I found it too exhausting and time-consuming. And the visual melodrama irritated me afterwards almost as badly as the wordy melodrama had in my regular journal. Clearly, I'm not cut out for a diarist OR an artist! Or a poet, either, but that's another story.
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