Journals

In my twenties I filled many pages of notebooks. A lot of angst in there. Nowadays I still journal from time to time, but nowhere near as often. I did figure out that I wrote mostly when I was troubled and unhappy, so I guess I am pretty happy these days. Sometimes I regret that I don't have as much creative "juice" as I did then, but I really don't care to go back to those days. I still have things and people to inspire me. It's a different kind of inspiration now.


People inspire me. People are so interesting! I like to draw people in my life. I really enjoy looking at faces. (Your face might end up in my notebook...)Also liked to draw things and words together. A tree up in Armstrong Redwoods, where I lived when I first moved to California (up in the mountains) With words from one of my favourite poets... Words I needed in those days.

Stand tall
Let your
Self
Be your
Sheild.
Never look back,
There is
Nothing
Worse than that.
Stumble, if you must.
Crawl on
Knees and Wings,
But
Always Continue forward.

Your eyes told me of your hidden pain,
I hope you don't mind.
Don't worry, though,
We all have them.
Mine is here,
On this page,
Between these lines,
On the
Other side
Of
This
Black ink.

(Untitled Poem, by David Wagner)