colector: Re: [JournalWriting] Re: Journal vs. Diary? Best place to hide one?

*nods* I can understand that, Jeanine. Awesome that you two were able to have an understanding on the boundaries about journals. *smiles*
Blessings and Love,
~*~Walks~*~

Jeanine <bluestocking86@yahoo.com> wrote:

y own journals I have never had to hide. I feel sorry that some have
the need to do this. Walks, you reminded me of something I did when
the girls where in high school. Kami is my journaler. Her journals I
would love to get my hands on and read. There is a lot - good and bad
- that goes through her mind. I would love a deeper look. BUT I would
NEVER go looking for and read her journals. We did and still do have
an agreement. If a journal is left open on the dinner room table it is
ok for others to read. I know at times she left it there open for a
reason. (Our table is THE spot for home work, crafts, games what ever
is going on.)

Jeanine

--- In JournalWriting@yahoogroups.com, Walks with Wolves
<silverfangedone@...> wrote:
>
> A Journal or a Diary....Hmmm. I figure it's honestly just a name,
fairly interchangeable. Each "Personal Writer" has their own
definition of what each is, but few of us can actually AGREE on it.
*chuckles* I figure, call it what you want. Afterall, it's YOUR
writings.
>
> Sad that you have to hide them. I don't think I ever really had to
do that. My Mom understood I was a deeply private person, even from a
young age and left it at that for the most part. She of course did
step in and push a few issues with me when I turned suicidal in junior
high and battled depression for quite some time. But that's what a
Mom is supposed to do, so I don't begrudge her that at all. But I've
totally gotten off of topic. I recommend something you can lock and
unlock easily. If you make it too hard to get to them, you won't
write in them. And then what's the point of locking them up? *shrugs*
>
> Blessings and love,
> ~*~Walks~*~
>

To hear the sound of the wolf is to experience a singularly moving sensual experience of wilderness. Sound of unreachable quality, seeming weird and inhuman. But not unearthly. For it is of the essence of the creature wolf: of his spirit, his being, his truth. A transcendental song that took form uncounted millennia before time was defined. Something elemental. A living call from the past. A revelation of the very Universe.
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A woman in harmony with her spirit is like a river flowing. She goes where she will without pretense and arrives at her destination prepared to be herself and only herself.

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