Safe in the arms of journals (and friends)

Last week I had a friend gift me a journal, just as the tangerine leather Moleskine my graduate school advisor sent me after graduation reaches capacity and carries its last word. And just as I received that blank black leather journal, in the same week, and in that same breath; another friend handed me a collection of poetry journals to read, just in time to break up my reading of nonfiction, fiction, nonfiction again. It is in the arms of journals, writing, reading, I am reminded I do not write alone. Like friendship, a hug, a delicate conversation, journals are reminders not to let the dust settle in the corners of the page, fall to the floor before words become lines.

Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Categories: Inspiration, Writing

No comments yet.

Have a comment or reply?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: