journal-

[novapsyche]

Last night F and I went to my sister's, and I got my old spiritual journals, which I'd been wanting for months. So that was good. Then I found that one of the journals, a span of a good two month period, was missing. So that's not good. I don't quite know where I would be, or even if it would have been packed. It should have been in the box with the other journals. *sigh* I hate being without my things. I mean, it's one thing to denounce the things of this world voluntarily. It's another to live in one little room somewhere, and have the vast majority of your belongings elsewhere.

My journals are like personal reference materials. I need them around, and at my fingertips at all times.

I love the process of journaling, because it's like watching growth retroactively. I retrace trains of thought, clusters of concepts, and I see how much more I know now than I did then. And it's refreshing. This is one of the niceties of being an adult, yes? :)