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The Journal

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Journal Entry – Maria Chambers

Today when I arrived at Starbucks, I ordered my coffee, I fired up my iPad, and I reached into my knapsack for my journal.  It wasn’t there.  I immediately told myself, “o.k., there is nothing to panic about here.  You have your iPad.  It’s an $800.00 journal.  You can type into your iPad notes, like you often do.”  Except, that I couldn’t.  I needed my journal.  I needed to open it up, put my pen in my hand, place it on the semi-glossy parchment, and write in it.  It really didn’t matter what I wrote.  But it was the act of writing in that very physical, sensual and intimate way that made sense to me.

Maybe because in this age of technology, the act of writing with pen to paper was primal.  It goes back to the scribes and the stone tablets.

Well, whatever it was, I had to remedy the situation.  I was too far from home to get in my car and drive back there, fetch my journal, and come back here.  Although I’ve done that at times in the past.

But the next best thing was to walk to the Winn Dixie across the courtyard and buy a new one.  I didn’t love the idea of starting a new journal when I was only midway through my current one.  But, I’ve done it before and I’m sure I will do it again.

And, yes, you’re right, I should always keep a spare in the car.

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I began journaling in my early 20’s.  Each day I would go to the nearest restaurant, order coffee, and pen my deepest thoughts and emotions.  Back then, in the early 70s, we didn’t have coffee houses like Starbucks, so it was a little more expensive because you had to tip the waitress that kept the coffee coming.

We also didn’t have smartphones or iPads, so the journal made sense, at least to me.  It was a constant companion for decades.  My journals got me through one of the most consequential of lifetimes.

Every year or so, I throw out boxes of journals.  Otherwise I would have to devote a room to housing them.  Besides, it helps me to clear out old, stuck energies.  Of course those journals are filled with sage wisdom, but they are also filled with my mind’s ramblings and complaints, and lots of emotional purging.  Who couldn’t fill up volumes with that?

And, in the past few years, having my blog, I ended up using a lot of the journal entries as blog posts.  So in that sense hopefully the ‘sage wisdom’ will live on.

My journal is also a place I can draw and sketch without too much pressure on myself to make fine art.

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My winter journal – Maria Chambers

Years ago I accidentally left a journal at a Starbucks patio, and when I went back to look for it, a young woman had it under her arm, and was walking into the cafe to give it to the baristas.

She confessed she read some of it, and that it helped her to see things in a different perspective.  Apparently that morning her boyfriend broke up with her. She said the writing gave her a sense of comfort.

So, there’s that.

But the heart of why I write in journals, which are mostly those cheap composition books that cost around $1.50, is that it grounds me, and it helps me to feel connected to myself, and my soul.

It’s one of the simplest and deepest joys in my life.

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Journal Entry -Maria Chambers

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Author: soulsoothinsounds

Our lives are like great paintings or great pieces of music. If we focus on all the technical 'imperfections' we will miss the true beauty of the work. We won't see, or rather, FEEL the essence and spirit of the masterpiece. I no longer identify myself as a writer, artist, or musician. Rather I express my divinity, and my humanity through the media of art, music and writing. I began this blog because I wanted to give voice to my experiences and insights, and I wrote for myself primarily. Almost a decade later, I am still writing for myself, and I am discovering that my experiences are not personal but universal - galactic even. And now I am more sure than ever that I am a new consciousness teacher, as each of you are. The way we teach is by going through the very human experiences, and as we ascend and shed our old selves, with love, and as we embody spirit in this lifetime, which we are all doing, we become the standards for others of the new divine human.

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