Goddesses in the Dust: Journaling and Memory
An archaeologist unearths the divine feminine, one archetype at a time...
Over the years, I've used different kinds of journals. When I lived in Greece during my junior year, I used the Greek schoolchildren's plastic blue books.
When I lived on the island of Crete with a family, I used an old ring binder type journal,
which became filled with observations of my family's daily life, and my burgeoning understanding of the Greek language.
In graduate school, I switched once again to the standard hardcover journal that was offered at the University book store
Journaling for me is therapy. I don't approach it as something in which I have to capture every aspect of my life, or every trip I take. More often than not, I journal when I'm inspired by something I read, or by some event in my life that provokes me. I write when I'm happy and when I'm sad. It's a place where I can confide my deepest feelings
and favorite quotes from authors
I hope for nothing
I fear nothing
I am free
and sometimes quotes from unlikely sources
When I travel, I like the small Moleskine books. They remind me of classic adventurers, such as the writer Bruce Chatwin, and explorer Peter Beard
The little pages get filled with observations, notes and addresses
and the back pocket with all sorts of ephemera
Being an inveterate journal writer, I even keep a journal devoted exclusively to dreams. As you can imagine, it has its own special color
In Greek mythology, Mnemosyne is the goddess of memory and the mother of the Muses.
Today with so many electronic devices, we don't need to rely so much on our memories. But I will continue to write in my journal, regardless. I see it as a form of meditation and way to communicate with myself. No matter how much technology rules our lives, it is soul-nourishing to take time to reflect on our lives, and there is something refreshingly analog - and physically reaffirming - about putting pen to paper to do so.