I made this a few days ago, I haven’t written my journal entry yet on the left side of the spread, but it’s about eating well and incorporating more fiber in our daily meals. I enjoyed drawing these. 🙂
I wrote these journal entries a few weeks ago. It’s about a book I was reading at that time, Out of Africa by Isak Dinesen. It reminded me of what I love most about reading–being whisked away completely to another place and time. I was an extremely introverted child and books were my escape portal. My reading material may have changed a lot through the years, but it’s still a singular pleasure to pick up a book and find yourself immersed in a place you wouldn’t have known about, surrounded by people you wouldn’t have met otherwise.
I forgot to post this journal entry from April. It’s about a book I was reading at the time, Heaven by Randy Alcorn. Different religions have different beliefs about the afterlife, and being a Christian, I believe that there is a heaven and hell. After reading this book, I realized how I honestly didn’t really spend a lot of time thinking about it. I took for granted that heaven is just…heaven. More to be desired for what’s NOT in it than for what it is. The book explored the Biblical descriptions of heaven, and it paints a partial picture of what is to come.
Today’s journal entry is about a book I just started reading. It’s “The Valedictorian to Being Dead” by Heather Armstrong. Heather is the blogger behind dooce.com, one of my favorite blogs which I’ve been following since 2007. I love her acerbic wit, her marvelous photos, and her irreverent but sensible views on a lot of things. It was one of the first blogs that I followed, being new to the idea of blogs at the time. She was also the first blogger I read who openly wrote about her depression. It was there, woven into her life, in between humorous and heartwarming entries about her family, her work, her world. She was the first to help me understand what having depression and anxiety feels like. Though I don’t believe that we can ever fully understand what it’s like, learning about it and learning how we can support family and friends who are suffering can make such a huge difference. The book had me teary-eyed even while reading the Prologue. Can’t wait to finish it.
Yesterday’s journal entry was about our typical Sunday. After months of disruptions (some of them heartbreaking), we’ve begun to slip back to our normal daily routine. My husband and I would eat out, talk about our week, what we’re currently reading, what we’re currently watching, news, our cat…we would just spend hours talking. I would read, he would read or play his games on his phone, and we would talk in between. We take our time before we buy groceries and head back home. This is comforting. Even the luxury of not being in a hurry is comforting. Happy Sunday, indeed.