I found the journal with the chair drawings. You saw them all.
If I had drawn like this in college--I might have done something with my life. I blame it on my family having such low expectations for me. I was the family "loser". The "family" consists of me and my brother now--so...I'm still the "loser"- unless I outlive him.
When I was filling the pages of the 10 or 12 or more journal books, I often wondered what would happen to them when I was gone. Would anyone ever read them? Now? Well, I have something fascinating to read as I grow old. I picture myself in assisted living with my books. Reading my Life. And even if I am demented as my friend Patty often says--there is more visual content than written. Even the "demented" enjoy looking at pictures.
I am thinking as I go forward with the blank journals--more pictures, more drawings, less writing and even fabric. I can stitch the little fabric "pages" to the paper. Something to run one's fingers over. The stitches, the seams, the soft worn fabrics--they all have something to tell the person touching the fabric. Yes, it will cause the bindings to pull and billow. But I can tie it altogether with red ribbon.
So, that is the Plan as I go forward with the remaining journal books. Two or three are half finished. The other 4 to 6 are all blank. Miles to go.
2 comments:
this is a very tender and poignant post...i love it very much.
i hope you write these thoughts in your present book...not just here on the blog.
and as i think, if you wrote a
BOOK
that included the last several blogs, the chairs, the search for the
journals, the thoughts that will be ongoing....illustrated....it would
be WonderFULL...i would love to buy such a book. I think it would have
great meaning for a lot of Us...
You are NOT a loser, please get that idea out of your head.
The concept of having a books of you as you grow older is fascinating There is a peace and a joy in it. Like I said, not a loser.
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