Dear Friends,
Happy Saturday. It is my usual custom (when life is tame enough to maintain it) to scribble a little bit in my notebook every morning. I’ve kept journals since I was very young, but ever since we read through the Artist’s Way together I’ve tried to be more disciplined about keeping up with ‘morning pages’ (as Julia Cameron calls them). I was renewed in this commitment when I recently purchased a journal and what should it have in it but a cardboard flyer suggesting to the purchaser of the journal that they might try morning pages. It must be said that if I were a journal-monger, I can hardly think of a more effective sales strategy than suggesting that people write three pages in my journals every day. In either case, I took it as a sign to restart my pages.
As such, while I’m in France, I’ve decided that my weekly Saturday Missive shall be excerpts from my morning pages. I cannot guarantee that they will always be interesting or about France (this week’s ended up mostly being about one sentence on the cover of Marilynne Robinson’s new book) and I have, of course, omitted those more personal anecdotes that one finds oneself writing about in morning pages. But I hope you may find these little ponderings enjoyable. I’m excited to see where they lead me. And I look forward to looking back on them as a record of my time in France.
(I apologise for the late hour for this missive: I was at a friend’s (lovely) wedding).
Without further ado: my morning pages…
3 juin 2024:
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