My niece Holly wrote that quote in my journal. Many of my family members participated in this journal exchange. We all got a journal, passed it from person to person during the Fall, and at Christmas we got our journals back filled with so many wonderful things like quotes and recipes, heartfelt messages, memories, photos. I love mine so much that I sleep with it tucked under the pillow next to me. Here’s what my son wrote to me. I added the picture from when he was small.
The last journal I had was my sister Joy’s. She made it at my house when she was visiting last summer, then brought it back to her place in Oregon, passed it from state to state, until I finally wrote in it and mailed it back to her. Here she is at my house in August.
Have a great week, and enjoy all the fun stuff in your journal. Not every inch of white space is filled. You even have a couple blank pages. That’s to say that life is lived in the white spaces, in the margins, and extra room we leave each other.
You can visit Joy on her blog, It’s a Joy! She’s a new kid on the blog.
Go. Create. Inspire!
And, leave a little room in the margins of your day.
Journaling Prompt: What do you do with your extra white space?
First of all, I love your title. Very insightful on its own. Secondly, this is a great idea. Lasting memories.
What a nice idea. I’ve been so busy lately that my reading time has diminished. So that’s what I fill in my extra white space with these days … Reading 🙂
This idea is genius. I can see why you sleep with your journal–especially after Eric’s entry. *sniff* So SWEET! Your sister looks like you. Now I’m off to visit her blog. (“New kid on the blog” *snicker*)
Catherine Denton
That was a wonderful project for your family.
Mary! What a great idea! I love it when people come up with things like this. So special!
I just love the idea of a journal exchange within a family..what great memories to hold onto in the coming years as everyone ages.
Oh I doodle in the white spaces..and dream:)
Oh, what a sweet pic of the twins! They are such cheerful guys, and so tender-hearted. You are one blessed mama! And what a beautiful way to end — your quote about the white spaces. So true! You’re right Mary. I’m searching for white spaces right now. They are rare but I know they’re there somewhere. 🙂
This makes me think of “room to breathe”–the restfulness of some white space around a painting or a print. I saw one at a museum today, a print of a snowstorm on Broad Street in Philadelphia–a tiny woodcut, with a huge white matte, and it needed that resting space.