tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672125489692725745.post1434839451393083313..comments2024-03-05T08:38:28.236-07:00Comments on Snowcatcher: Journaling AlongSnowcatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06360228352528558176noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672125489692725745.post-23686524474110012952012-03-18T07:39:21.417-06:002012-03-18T07:39:21.417-06:00Inspiring!Inspiring!Jordan's grandmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08220171594802375028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672125489692725745.post-83884683531988859942012-03-16T19:50:52.498-06:002012-03-16T19:50:52.498-06:00It's great to have those journals to go back t...It's great to have those journals to go back to. I'm not very good about diarizing, but I've kept trip diaries for special trips, and it's wonderful to read them over. Some years, when I take down the Christmas tree, I'll sit and write a page or two about the year that just ended, then put the paper away with the ornaments to read in future years. It's always great to take a trip back in time and remember past struggles and joys.Mrs. Micawberhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08680436275934263596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672125489692725745.post-13871657572430037182012-03-16T01:38:49.844-06:002012-03-16T01:38:49.844-06:00I'm so glad you posted this. I kept a poem jou...I'm so glad you posted this. I kept a poem journal when I was a teen, but set it aside. Two years ago I started writing again what I called my homemaker's journal, and vowed it would be more than just a to do list. And it was, until the next move. When it became a book of to do lists I set it aside and forgot about it, until your post today. I've found it again, and made the first entry in over a year. Perhaps this time I'll keep it up for longer. After all, I don't move again for at least a year and a half. :) Thank you!Chrishttp://mrscwmouse.xanga.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672125489692725745.post-70752598255029764622012-03-15T20:54:14.843-06:002012-03-15T20:54:14.843-06:00My mother gave me a dairy for Christmas when I was...My mother gave me a dairy for Christmas when I was 11 and I kept it faithfully for about 4 months. I still have it and I still have not shown it to a soul. It is funny to look at now. When my daughter was killed in a car wreck her senior year in high school I took to writing poetry, mostly depressing stuff but it was cathartic for me. I suppose the closest I have come to long term journaling is this blog which I have published almost daily for going on 4 years. I don't usually have much to say but some of the photos are pretty decent. I like doing it. It will end when I do.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10390386422182379201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7672125489692725745.post-30622286683544222422012-03-15T09:44:28.246-06:002012-03-15T09:44:28.246-06:00It is wonderful that you do this. Plus it is like...It is wonderful that you do this. Plus it is likely a nice purge sometimes, isn't it? Perhaps I should start. But then, Ella would probably eat the pencil.Marigoldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10109785080000770963noreply@blogger.com