From my friend Patti’s site:
Serenity is not just an escape, but a precursor to acceptance, courage, wisdom, and change.~Bill Crawford
As you know, I attempt to find serenity through writing. I journal in a leather bound notebook, a spiral with unicorns on it, on backs of page-a-day calendars, in little 3 x 4 composition notebooks, and on backs of gasoline receipts. I am a writer. Sometimes I don’t know what I am feeling until the pen hits the paper.
I am old school pen and paper. I like lined paper best. My daughter uses unlined journals which feels too loose and roly-poly to me. I aspire to feel comfort in one of those. My colleague Gabrielle types at Mach 10 on her computer, her long fingernails tapping faster than the eye can see. However we do it doesn’t matter, as long as we work to access our inner inner person, our subconscious maybe? Or do we scribble away our conscious chatter onto the pages so that the subconscious can finally take a breath and have a little space to assert herself? I don’t know. Maybe both. But I do know the act of writing, whether o focused questions or stream of consciousness, it helps me do better and it gives solace too.