the Forty-Second Parallel

Somewhere along the way over the past 3 or 4 years, I've accidentally started journaling. I say "accidentally" because, well, I didn't mean to - how's that for an accident? It started out just as a way for me to record thoughts and such on scripture from my morning bible readings. But over time, it's gradually transformed into a mind dump of scripture, prayers, joys, frustrations, and doodles.

I often don't feel like writing anything. Heck, I often don't feel like saying anything (which comes as no surprise to those who know me). But when I do write something down, even if it's just a couple of sentences next to the day's date, I find a certain amount of catharsis in the process.

There's something unique to cracking open my little Moleskine notebook and scratching away on the pages with a pencil in the early morning quiet. It's something you can't get from blogging and I wonder if it won't be impossible to ever achieve the same experience in a digital format.