hello! i photographed my entire travel journal this week. i'll be posting the whole thing in the next week. the full monty. if i wasn't moonlighting by day as a monkey whisperer i might be more productive. i might have wrapped things up by now.
but well…i haven't.
you're nice. you don't care. do you?
i'm reading 2 journals of may sarton. one of her 70th year and the other, her 80th. i love toggling back and forth between the 2.
nearly every day after school i come home to write in my journal on the back patio. moments of solitude i need after a day crowded with jabbering little people.
and then i immerse myself in reading the other journals. there are so many good passages i've marked to share. so many good words to swallow and digest.
"…but the real happiness yesterday had nothing to do with giving or buying anything but came from solitude, an unhurried day, the silence unbroken except fo the pheasant's cry. even the ocean, silky blue and absolutely calm, was silent."
-At Seventy: A Journal by May Sarton