“The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.”
I started to write a (digital) journal. At the grand age of 50, and well-accustomed now to a changed world of sharing & over-sharing, I’m re-learning to write and not share… it’s incredibly soothing and curiously liberating.
Of course, in a way I *am* sharing because I’m clearly finding the need to tell ‘the world’ about my journal-keeping! But I will get better at Wilful Silence, I’m sure.
For anyone with an ipad, there’s an app called “Day One” for journalling and it’s really lovely. The pic on this post is from my latest journal entry – I love prawns and cooking on open fire, and I love this pic of last night’s feast. You can almost hear the sizzling, yes?