A Pensieve Night

Tonight at church, we played the name game as we often do. We go around the circle, give our name and then answer a question. Sometimes it's a funny question, sometimes more serious. Tonight was very open ended: "What is on your mind tonight?" Collectivly, we had a lot on our minds tonight including me. If it wasn't so late, I would love to spend a couple of hours with my journal. But I need to head to bed and will have to do that tomorrow. Sometimes, that pensieve in Harry Potter would be very helpful to have. My journal is rather like a pensieve. I empty my thoughts out into it, a place I can say whatever I want however I want and revisit it later. It's one of the reasons I write. Thoughts are like living animals in my mind. Put too many of them in there, and they start jostling for room and I just need to let some of the preassure off. That is when I write. Like I told some fourth graders today after my friend introduced me to them as an author, I write because I have something to say I want to tell other people. But sometimes, my heart just needs to tip over and pour out. This is one of those nights.

365-09 #274

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Walking the Sea: A Pensieve Night

Sunday, September 13, 2009

A Pensieve Night

Tonight at church, we played the name game as we often do. We go around the circle, give our name and then answer a question. Sometimes it's a funny question, sometimes more serious. Tonight was very open ended: "What is on your mind tonight?" Collectivly, we had a lot on our minds tonight including me. If it wasn't so late, I would love to spend a couple of hours with my journal. But I need to head to bed and will have to do that tomorrow. Sometimes, that pensieve in Harry Potter would be very helpful to have. My journal is rather like a pensieve. I empty my thoughts out into it, a place I can say whatever I want however I want and revisit it later. It's one of the reasons I write. Thoughts are like living animals in my mind. Put too many of them in there, and they start jostling for room and I just need to let some of the preassure off. That is when I write. Like I told some fourth graders today after my friend introduced me to them as an author, I write because I have something to say I want to tell other people. But sometimes, my heart just needs to tip over and pour out. This is one of those nights.

365-09 #274

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