I bought myself two new journals—yep two. For the price of one. You’d of thought I just purchased a whole new set of furniture for my house they way I walked out of Staples with my precious new journals tucked under my arm. My footsteps were light, my eyes were twinkling I am sure. Couldn’t wait to get them home and just look at them resting on my desk.
I felt doubly good because they are called Sustainable Earth, made from sugar cane and very, very Eco friendly. No trees were sacrificed so I can write my thoughts and feelings down. And there is this tiny little French phrase “a relage etroit”, mysterious and almost like a sexy rendezvous in some smokey cage off the Montmartre. What it means is college ruled. Not quite so romantic. Sounds so much more mysterious in French.
The pages have a soft beige-brown for the line color, not the blue of the school kind. It feels elevated to write down things on those light brown lines; they can’t just be ordinary written on such elegant of a page. Those pages that beckon and invite me to curl up in my comfortable red chair with a dog on either side of the foot stool and just write. Write until the words are done coming out of the pen. Write until the mind is serenely quiet with every fleeting and wispy thought tucked into its sentence and placed in this inviting, open journal.
The promise in these small, only 9in. by 6 in., books is bigger even than the universe can hold. It is the promise of the next story, the next essay, the next thought, the next blog, the next idea to sweep the world.
Adieu, I must write..