By Lori Carmody
April 23, 2009
I am a writer and I love to journal. I have kept a journal since I was a teenager. I pray with my journal. I express my emotions, both highs and lows and everything in between on the sheets of white paper in everyday notebooks that I find on sale throughout the year. Each day I find time to visit my dining room to reflect in written word how and where I have experienced God in my ordinary life.
I go through many notebooks. With the end of each one there is a sense of gratitude for the life that I have been privileged to delve fully into. I leaf through the pages, pausing at the mantras, reminiscing at some of the mandalas I have drawn, sometimes tearing up with sad moments I have experienced and rejoicing again with the times prayers have been answered. Then I close the notebook, put a closing date on it and off it goes to the attic.
A wonderful moment comes next ....... I sit quietly holding a brand new journal. Nothing but clean fresh white pages. No regrets. No expectations. No prayers. No successes or failures. Not even any hopes or dreams. Just a notebook that is waiting for what will become my life in the days ahead and where God will show up in those everyday moments.
I pause to thank God for what I can't imagine but know in the depths of my being; presence of the holy that will soon fill not only this new journal but the moments of my life. I am blessed.
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