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Sojourn

This is the journal I was referring to as my plague journal. I renamed it today: Sojourn, as in the noun form: a short stay in a place that is different for me.

I've been keeping track of the pandemic in it and how it's affecting us daily since March 6th. When I'm too emotional to write (which is often) I use word stickers to compose short poems (the right page is blurred in this pic because of content I'd rather keep private.) I also tape in things like Chinese fortunes and other little fragments from my daily life.

Adding calming images recycled from my old Zen calendars to some of the pages prompts me not to write in anger. That's helping a lot, too.

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nightsmusic said…
I think this is wonderful! I had a time, a couple years ago now, when I was beyond depressed and so angry. I couldn't write anything at all because it was all so...awful. The venom jumped off the page. I don't write when I'm like that. More because I don't want to revisit it at any time.

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