LOVE on white

Have you ever opened a blank journal and felt like it was whispering something to you?

I have. Every time I see one that catches my eye.

I LOVE blank journals.

I think it started in high school when I started writing poetry. I found a little blank book that was called, "The nothing book, what to make it something?"

It was blank and I thought what a cool thing....a book that was bound like a book but was void of words and I put what EVER I wanted inside it! I could write anything! That was a big deal to me at age 14.

Through the years I have come to really trust my blank pages and know that what I find in the pages are for me. I rarely share anything I put in them.

I often put ideas and contemplations.

I am someone full of questions, constantly searching....I am forever sniffing out my impressions and visions and keep these books to bind them.

I LOVE the feeling of secrecy.

I LOVE to power I feel when I say something to my page that I may never in a lifetime say to someone out in the real world.

Call it therapy.

Call is a journal. A diary if you must.

But I see it more as a companion.

Someone that is always objective and willing to carry anything I want it to hold.

I will continue to explore and pour out money just to have these guys on hand when the time comes or an idea hits or I am just in the mood to hold it in my hand and say...........................