I could still remember the very first time I kept a journal – it was almost 38 years ago. It was a pink, ordinary notebook but on the cover was written Journal in black letters. I still have it until now, all tattered at the edges and the cover is already detached from the spine. And I wrote these quotes on the first page.
“Your idea of me is fabricated with materials you have borrowed from other people and from yourself. What you think of me depends on what you think of yourself. Perhaps you create your idea of me out of material you would like to eliminate from your own idea of yourself. Perhaps your idea of me is a reflection of what other people think of you. Or perhaps what you think of me is simply what you think I think of you.”
These are quotes from Thomas Merton, one of my favorite authors when I was in college. I think it was from the book No Man Is An Island. I am lucky to have one of his books, Thoughts on Solitude which I received on my birthday together with nine more books that I have on my wish list.
I digress. That was the start of my love affair with pen and paper. Back then, snail mail was something to be treasured and writing your thoughts daily was some kind of magic, the magic of stringing words into something worth-keeping and worth re-reading. The fascination of keeping one never waned all these years and collecting journals became an obsession. I must admit though that I now prefer writing my thoughts through a blog, an easier way but it has become public. For the past three years, my daughter has gifted me with those lovely journals from Bank of the Philippine Islands where she works with pictures of artworks/paintings in their own collection by world-renowned Filipino artists. Some close friends who know of my fascination for collecting journals gifted me with some.
You see, I have this ambitious dream of writing (by hand) all the entries I posted here at WordPress, all 1,072 of them and that’s just for Dreams and Escapes. I still have two more blogs that I don’t often update.
There is something nice about writing with pen. Just feel the smooth touch of pen to the pristine pages. It’s more personal and more appealing to one’s eyes and senses. Do you agree?
I remember those years when I used to buy scented pens and what dreams I have shared in all those notebooks. I use them now for my reflections and short prayers at our Catholic page and for some quotes that I find worth sharing.
This afternoon, I went to National Bookstore to buy plastic covers for my new books and look what I found, two lovely boxes which I could use for my arts and crafts projects or maybe for those stationeries, ribbons and greeting cards that I keep all year round.
I keep old letters in shoeboxes covered with gift wraps at the sides but these look more sturdy to use and they are more spacious. I simply can’t resist these colorful rose designs
A few years ago, I found this lovely rattan box in one of my forays at Dapitan Arcade. How I wish I bought more. It is so handy as an organizer for my journals.
October is about to end and I am looking forward to another lovely month of fulfilled dreams and surprises. Happy All Saints‘ Day everyone!