|My Birthday Present to Myself|
My history with journaling and keeping a diary has resulted in a colorful collection of blank books containing three to five entries, followed by still-gaping pages that have been awaiting ink for years, even decades after they were started. My journaling has typically devolved into the kind of internal quandary debates that are sure to bring such disciplined activity to a full-stop.
Yet this time around I am doing much better. It’s “Journaling for Dummies” if you will. Or perhaps it is more like “Compassionate Journaling.” Inspired in part by the “Cure for Sleeplessness” chapter from the late Maeve Binchy’s
Chestnut Street, I have been
journaling for almost three weeks. This is a personal best for me.
I keep it simple: one thing a day that I feel blessed by. I write one page only. If I don’t write all the way down to the space between the last line and the edge of the page, I do not fuss. It has not been continuous. The “compassion” part comes when I forgive myself for missing a day and don’t simply throw in the towel, but pick up where I left off. That has been a lesson all by itself.
Blessings have ranged from concepts (learning, friendship) to actions (laughter, tears) to actual physical objects (trees, rain, birds).
Here was my entry for today: WISDOM
"What do I know about “Wisdom”? What have I yet to learn?
** "Wisdom accumulates over years of living attentively and provides insight that is a blessing. In its infinite wisdom, the universe also endows longevity with memory challenges which keeps those wisdom-blessed from becoming too thoroughly obnoxious. (i.e. ALL wisdom, ALL the time)
** "Wisdom cannot be taught, one person to another, as wisdoms can vary from person to person. It must be gained by relevant experience and be viscerally retained.
** "(My biggest challenge) 'Telling' wisdom when it is unsolicited just comes off as acting superior, not being wise, no matter how well-intended.
** "The best kind of shared wisdom is a gift to both the person offering it and the one receiving it. The person uttering it realizes that they are speaking it more for themselves than for the person listening, so the path of wisdom is not traveled singularly and grace is allowed for individuality to flourish.
"That last is the kind if wisdom I want to be a part of more often."
(c) 2015 by Judith Cullen