“To me, reading through old letters and journals is like treasure hunting. Somewhere in those faded, handwritten lines there is a story that has been packed away in a dusty old box for years.”
― Sara Sheridan
I have been hoarding treasure in my journals for over 20 years. They sit on shelves across my home except for my latest journals that accompany me (mostly in my backpack on a daily basis.) On most days I think that life is a bit of a mess. It can easily overtake us. Carving out the time to pick on the smallest of beautiful but mundane things, humbling comments, or global events reminds me of the enormity of life and forces me to realise my place within it. It somehow helps to bring order to an otherwise messy day!
Most recently I’ve found that writing is sometimes no longer the place of solace it once was. We’ve become a culture polarised by our thinking on paper and through words. I’ve changed tack to capturing a day in pictures instead, attempting to tell it like it is in that moment.