I am a person who never liked writing much, but has always kept a
diary or journal. Now, I find myself NEEDING to write. It’s a wonderful
release. I write personal things, about my
family, spiritual life, our garden and how we are growing...
I ♥ to read my old
journal entries. I take my journals on trips, too...from a couple years ago (I also draw a lot, I do not
like lined books, but one with completely blank pages, just so I can
draw & write). I'm first an artist, I love to draw, but find that art is truly visible in writing down beautiful words, too, and in baking, in photography & watching things grow.
After last week's adventure to meet one of my favorite fictional authors, I've been thinking a lot about the difference of fictional writing and non-fictional writing (which is mostly what I do), I really enjoy writing and documenting my life. And a friend of mine, Jenny, just blogged about a book she is writing, which inspired me to blog about writing! One of my favorite books is The Diary of Anne Frank. My intention as I write is that it is not only therapeutic for me, but also something to pass on to my daughters and grandchildren one day, that they may read of our life together, the happiness and sadness.
I've been helping my dad write his memoirs. I need to sit down with him on a regular basis and do this, but with Parkinson's disease, there are often bad days, where you just don't want to do much of anything. Or you can't do anything. God help him. That is a portrait I drew of my dad in 1996.
Dad's dad (my grandfather is now 90) has written a few short memoirs, of his time in the Navy and sketched a picture of the view of Mt. Fuji from the top of his ship. My grandfather's dad (my great-grandfather, who passed away when he was 101 years old, I keenly remember his 100th birthday party, I had a broken arm from a skiing accident and there were LOTs of people there) also write his life and all of his children and grandchildren and even great-grand children, like me, have a copy of his book:
The Day grew small.
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The Day grew small, surrounded tight By early, stooping Night — The
Afternoon in Evening deep Its Yellow shortness dropt — The Winds went out
their martial...
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6 comments:
How beautiful to have that book! We have a small notebook with stories from my husband's side of the family. I am sure you will cherish all the stories that your father is able to give to you.
I love your journaling style. I also do not like lined journal, but, sadly, I have not written in my journals in years. Well, that is not completely true. I've written a few times over the years, but nothing consistent. It would be good to start again.
I'm glad you're helping dad write his memoirs! I think a blog is sort of a journal... or a digital scrapbook that you don't mind showing anyone!
Wow, I love your drawings! :) so special about the journal and memoirs; we pray for you Dad daily...
I enjoyed reading this post. You are an excellent artist and I even like your handwriting which I like looking at for some reason....probably because good handwriting was very important to both of my parents.
The art of writing seems to be stirring in you...
your posts often communicate the art of being present in daily life with an appreciative heart and willing hands . Your drawings also communicate!
I wish I had kept up with my drawing. I haven't tried in awhile but I was decent back in the day.
This is precisely one of the reasons why I want to finish the book I've started to write - I want my boys to be able to read the memories I have of their time with me in the beginning and also of their birthmom before the details start to fade for me. Such a precious gift to pass down to our children and grandchildren!
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