I went to bed last night thinking there was something else to be learned from this month’s book club meetings, but I needed to let go of the analyzing.
And this morning I “get it.”
A young woman came to yesterday’s book club for the first time. When it’s her turn to talk she says she hasn’t read the book, but wants to be a writer and thought coming to a book club would be helpful. She also tells us that four months ago she lost her grandmother whom she took care of for the last two years.
“Do you journal?” I ask.
“Do you know about Julia Cameron’s morning pages?”
“No,” she answers, but seems interested.
“If you stay after the meeting, we’ll talk.”
She stays and I listen as she tells her story. I begin to see myself as her “journal.”
Tomorrow will be the tenth anniversary of my son’s death and I know how important talking to my journal has been. I share this with her.
We make plans to meet next week to do timed writings together. Something I learned from attending Natalie Goldberg workshops.
Something I can pass on.