Last night, I picked up the book, The Journal Keeper, a memoir by Phyllis Theroux. I was reminded of how much I love this genre: the personal memoir, journals, reflections on one person’s unique days on this earth. These books are true stories that take me higher, provide new insights or simply remind me I am not alone.
In The Journal Keeper, Elizabeth Gilbert wrote a kind word about the book: “The Journal Keeper reminds us that there is no such thing as an ordinary moment, and certainly no such thing as an ordinary life.”
So true. And for me what matters most is to live honestly, gracefully, taking in the day and capturing in my mind’s eye every ordinary moment that I know falls nothing short of extraordinary: the vines lying dormant for the winter, the yellow, red, and blue finches resting their tiny little feet on the barren tree branches, my mother’s voice over the phone, my father saying I love you in the background of the call, the Citrus candle flickering on my desk.
Like Theroux, I love to read the journals and/or letters by May Sarton, Marcus Aurelius, C.S. Lewis, Rachel Carson, and Theroux. When I journal through my Wine Country Diaries blog, I tap into a deeper wisdom that I spiritually know is guiding me, connecting my spirit to something larger than myself.
My inner voice whispers, “Trust, surrender to what is, and life will show you, allow life to unfold before you, even if it is painful, mysterious, or scary. You are not in the driver’s seat.”
In listening deeply to my wiser self, that singular voice, I write with conviction, live simply and honor my soul. I am home in my heart. When reading journals, personal essays or memoirs, I am in connected to their unique beauty and life. I am, for just a little while, welcomed into their homes, their souls.
My New Year’s wish for me and you is that we listen to our inner voice each and every day. And live from the heart.