Of the three or four journals I keep on any given day this is my favorite journal. I picked it up at the SF MOMA one day when my heart was feeling achey and I was walking around for hours every day staring at a beautiful city and wondering why I felt like my life was tumbling to pieces.
I wrote a few simple words in it - I sorted out my heart and my brain and suddenly I found my feet back on the ground. Writing seems to do that to me.
I don't date the pages in this journal. It's not a record of my days, it is more of a compass for my heart. When my heart needs to tell me something I write it down in this book and today on this most wretched Saturday I was reminded of this: