I've asked myself, "Why
Honestly, I don't
really know why. It's more of a feeling of "I
can. I will. I must." I have a passionate Muse
who lately is prodding, prodding, and prodding me, unceasingly, down the online-journal
kept paper-and-pen journals for years, and I am a well-practiced
streamer of consciousness. That's streamer, not screamer.
flow and meander wherever my Muse takes me.
write in a succinct objective style elsewhere. Here, as
in my handwritten journal, I'll bust loose and let the words
flow, sometimes in rivulets; other times, in mighty
rivers. So for those who prefer the KISS -- "keep it short and simple" -- style of
writing, this journal is sure to gag you.
When I began
thinking of September Morn as a place, keeping an online journal began to make
a bit more sense. I'll give it a whirl. Stream with me on this...
this place, September Morn?
- A place where my inner circle
of family and friends -- from
whom I keep no secrets -- can come by and get to know me more
intimately, if they wish. They all know that I am a
notorious e-mail laggard. This way, my online close kith and kin can
quickly check in
and know that I didn't fall off the
planet or go Home.
I feel most alive when I am writing. As long as there are new
journal entries being posted, they can be assured that I'm still kicking.
I am greatly inspired by a woman I have never met, but have come
to know and admire through her online writings. She is a kupuna
(an elder) with a huge generosity of spirit. Her name is Mrs.
Edna Zoulek. Her words touch my heart. I am inspired by her bravery and
She "began her warm and witty articles as letters to family members and old friends.
Distribution was through the US Postal Service. Now, through the magic of the
Internet, folks from coast to coast and around the world look forward to the latest
installment of "It's Never Too
By sharing her thoughts with
her writings, she extends and strengthens ties of friendship and
family. I aspire to do the same.
- A place to document
a life's journey, housing a record of events in my
life, my values, family traditions and spiritual
beliefs. As best as I can, I will record them
accurately, yet I am well aware of perceptual gunking.
Think of this journal as an objective, written rendering of a
life with its full share of subjective filtering.
Thus, do not take any of it personally. It's just one
human's, sometimes flawed and distorted, take on things.
No harm is ever intended.
Sometimes, reflecting on our pasts is the best way to find the best path for the future.
On a practical level, I am hoping that this will allow me to keep
promises, and help remember savory details, commitments and those things we sometimes put on the back shelf of our minds.
To my baby boomer cohorts: I
hope that you will come along and reminisce with me.
those who follow me and my generation: perhaps you will learn from my
life's discoveries and from times past
-- and long gone -- through my writings, even after I too am
gone from this good Earth.
receives an idea from me, receives instructions himself without
lessening mine; as he who lights his taper at mine, receives
light without darkening mine.
~ Thomas Jefferson
- A place to
bridge the generation gap. Sharing stories about events
that weigh heavily on the heart, past or current, can help heal both old hurts and new.
Perhaps, you will take the time to listen to the stories of kupuna
(senior friends or relatives) who have lived through similarly trying times.
Doing so can help
inform, inspire, nurture, or heal both parties. Stories from the past
not only help put events into perspective, but they also help communicate meaning and reinforce feelings of
connectedness between your generation and mine.
- A place to stream a
consciousness, let loose, and write with fluidity without self-consciousness, censoring,
Carl Jung believed that
to explore the "unconscious" was to plumb our deepest
selves. So, if you like, come along and plumb with
me. You never know what we'll find in those depths.
I will allow words to flow past my inhibitions and concerns over
correctness and conventions. Be forewarned: I am my own
worst editor, blind to my typos. Also, English is my second language, and my grammar often...
Mea culpa. My college required one class of English and
that's all I took. With my non-journal writing, I depend on the skills of an editor
to clean up my work for consumption. Amazingly, her eyeballs
haven't gotten stuck in the back of her head...yet.
Here, I am afforded no such benefit. I am on my gruesome
own and will, more often than I'll ever know, wreak havoc on the
language. I will never let my editor know this
is here, as I am certain that those rolled up
eyeballs will never again see the light of day.
Bear with me. Humor me. Cast a blind eye to the
- A place to capture the texture of a
day-to-day life, by observing the present moment, snatching will-o-the-wisp moments
by putting them in a less ephemeral form, and by writing about
the simple and mundane, the everyday stuff of life.
So if you're looking for a treasure trove of artsy, lofty, and provocative prose on esoteric subjects, I wish you a fond
"Fare Thee Well." You will not find this to
be a confessional diary; I don't have foreboding, mysterious,
and dark secrets. My style leans more toward Pollyana than
- A place to preserve
life stories by recalling memories and
pictures stuck haphazardly in my shoebox head, some
dimly-held, before they slip through the fingers of time,
becoming distant, vague shadows.
This journal will help to protect precious life and family memories from the ravages of time,
forgetfulness, and oblivion for those who will come in the future,
near and distant.
- A place to express how much
my dear ones
are loved, with words that they may wish
to read one day and reread. They will know just how wonderful I
think they are.
- A place to share with
others, as in "The best gifts are those we share with others."; reread and relive
moments of joy and gratitude that pick up spirits, warm
hearts, make smiles, and tickle insides.
- A place to think
things through, deal with inner conflicts, make wise decisions,
consider the alternatives, pros and cons, other side of the coin, advantages and
disadvantages and gain perspective.
- A place to enjoy
my own company
and check within, ask myself as I ask others, "How are you?" or "How was your
I can be
still here and reflect, contemplate, intuit, question, clarify, and receive insight.
- A place to catch and hold on to
dreams and create realities by writing down my heart's desires,
declaring and committing to them, breathing life into them.
- A place to warm
up and get the juices flowing before I tackle my non-journal
writing. If inertia sets in, journaling dispels my
occasional writer's block.
- A place to explore the full spectrum of
emotions -- joy, sadness, pride, sorrow, disgust, apprehension, excitement, elation,
ambivalence, worry, concern, nonchalance, irritation, impatience, exuberance, enthusiasm, upset, fear, confidence, faith,
vascillation, restlessness, confusion, clarity, boredom, decisiveness, satisfaction, dissatisfaction, bliss, lightness, darkness,
delight, frustration, fulfillment, pain, well-being, anger, peace, agitation,
- A place to give
thanks in all circumstances, including difficult ones, and to be
thankful for all things, especially those fruit
of the Spirit.
- A place that is a
for the soul to pray,
heal, empower, restore and become whole, and tap into the "still, silent
Visit often. This place welcomes
you. And remember: Don't
take anything personally.
P.S. If you
would like to share a portion of yourself with words, in
response to this journal entry, you may do it here.
only gift is a portion of thyself..."
Ralph Waldo Emerson