According to Google, a definition of the word journal is: diary: a daily written record of (usually personal) experiences and observations.
Such an inadequate definition. The word journal is magical. It conjures up the image of beautiful, classic script embossed in gold upon a leather bound ledger, filled with heavy pages. Another image that comes to mind is the word stamped simply, in bold typeface, on pastel colored notebooks of comfortable size, inviting casual penmanship between their covers. Journal can even raise the picture of a cartoon character brightly painted across the cover of a small notebook, just begging to be filled in with colorful crayons and bright stickers.
Journals are wonderful. They are pages for privacy, of gathering the thoughts that dash across our minds throughout the day. They are a haven, a safe harbor in which to pour out our frustrations, sadness and difficulties. They are a comfort, inviting us to share happiness and pride or rejoice in our blessings and accomplishments. Journals can be friends, sole confidants, secret lairs and hidden treasures.
Journal is a beautiful word.
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I concur with you… 😉
Journal -is- a beautifulu word.
I have over thirty. And each one is unique in design and purpose.
I have always wanted to journal. When I was young I did have a diary that I tried to write in each day but I’m to scatterbrained to continue. But I love those rich leather regal looking books that so many people buy. I wish I could continue. I guess it’s never to late. Maybe I have to think about this. It would be fun to leave something like this to my grandchildren.