I value words.  I have them all over my house and I do love writing them.

This Christmas, two friends have given me new journals and I find myself marveling at the sheer beauty of blank pages.  There is so much promise being offered.

One journal was purchased on a trip to England. I’m delighted that she was traipsing around the moors and thought of me.

The other is probably the most lovely piece of leather I have ever seen.  The journal is Italian. The leather embossed with flowers and the paper is so fine, I know my pen will glide over it.

I’ve tried to keep journals on my computer . . . and then it turns into work.  I throw thoughts upon the screen.  But to journal on paper?  It is as if I’m celebrating the act of thinking and I like starting my day off with words of gratitude. So, one gift will be used to reason out a new series and the other will become my gratitude journal for as long as it takes to fill it.

More importantly, I will think about the friends who gave me these gifts every time I open their pages.

Blank pages.  I can think of no better way to start off 2019.

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