Stationery is one of my guilty pleasures. I started a shiny new journal today. I’ve been using the same journal for a record breaking 18 months and I was down to the last 15 pages. New things are stirring and I wanted a fresh notebook to hold these beginnings. I let my granddaughter pick it out. Well, I gave her three choices to pick from. If I had given her free reign at the store I would have a glitter covered journal with a unicorn on the front. She chose pink and shiny though and that makes me smile.
A little trivia for you: I have been thinking of how the word journal and journey appear to have the same root. Being a good Canadian I recognize the word jour from my public school education. It is French for day. A journal is a place where you keep a daily account. A journey originally meant a day’s travel or work.
I’ve spent most of my life focused on the spiritual journey. And trust me it is more than a day’s travel. It has no end. At least I don’t think it does. But we can talk about beliefs further down the road.
I spent some time today reviewing the past decade in my journal. What stood out for me was how much movement was involved. I moved from one city to another, went back to school, travelled to 15 different countries - some multiple times. But more significantly there was a major shift in my faith. I thought of this quote I recently read.
Whether you are seeking or finding, setting out on a quest or sitting by the edge of the marsh, whatever stage you are at in your spiritual development, I hope my work helps you reconcile any of the paradoxes you are holding - even if you end up recording them in a sparkly unicorn journal.