The other day, I found a new notebook for myself. It was sitting there on the end cap, the last of it's kind, with a beautiful design on the front. I couldn't help it. I brought it home.
I have this passion for empty notebooks, journals, and diaries. All those fresh, unmarked pages just waiting to be filled with whatever I choose. It's magic.
Each new page is a beginning. A chance to record all the things that are beautiful, wise, and good inside me. An opportunity to start a new life, right from the moment that I write that first word. In this world of computers, email, and text, writing on real paper with real ink is a connection to the past. I can imagine all the women and men over the years who have recorded their thoughts and feelings in the same way.
I have been known to hold on to an especially nice notebook or journal for years, fearful of ruining it by writing things that are unworthy in it's pages. I will take them out, look at them, smell the unique scent of ink and paper, turn the pages, run my fingers over the designs on the cover...... but I won't soil them with unworthy thoughts. They are fresh and clean. It seems to be a terrible thing to fill such a precious book with messy handwriting and records of mundane events.
I don't know, yet, what will be written in this new notebook. I am itching to begin, though. I have chosen the pen I will use, and keep the book and pen near. Perhaps inspiration will strike, and I will find the perfect things to put in my new notebook. Or perhaps I will just carry it around for a while and enjoy the possibilities....
3 comments:
I bought myself a new notebook recently, but I'm so afraid to mess it up with random thoughts I'm writing in my old notebook for now!
Great idea. I've proven over the years with empty fishing and birding notebooks to be very forgetfull to keep track of things. The computer and blogging has been a complete turnaround for me. :) Also like your metaphor on the scratched glasses. Too bad about that but seeing the good and wonderful in nature and life is the way to go. Thanks for reminding me.
A new notebook always reminds me of how an explorer must have felt as he or she ventured out into the unknown.
What news will it hold? What adventures await? But every journey, even for the seasoned explorer/writer always start with that first step.
Go on Barefoot, off you go and continue to delight us all.
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