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Notes from Jen's journal

Journals have fascinated me all of my life, I've longed to be the kind of person who managed to document their life in words and illustrations...someone creative, and visually inspired

Like many things in life, I've had good intentions, although the more practical side of it seems to fall short. Sure, I've started a journal or two, or three....they seem to falter somewhere after day 7...maybe you are like me and you only get a few weeks or months written before real life steps in and distracts you.

Jens Rural magazine journal flat lay on barn board with empty birds nest, and photos, and index cards www.ruralmag.com

But a visual journal gives me a chance to share what it feels like to hike the nearby mountains, our breath foggy in the crisp cold air. To capture the sunlight peering through the towering branches of the fir trees.

To record the early morning grind of rubber tires during a bike ride down a deserted and dusty country road. Wheels crunching on the gravel left behind by the snowplow, birds chirping in the trees overhead... a glimpse of a coyote a flash of amber dashing through the field.

I plan on using my camera to keep track of RURAL's growth as a magazine, to intensify the connections within our community, and also to document some of the things that I've come across in nature...

I don't want to ever lose that feeling of awesome wonder as geese crisscross the sky overhead, or stop marvelling at the tiny shoots of a bleeding heart emerging after a long winter. 

It speaks....and...

Because our hearts live here.

So much happens in our days and weeks that we don't always recall all the details...this brings it together...look for more notes from my journal in the coming weeks.

Jen @ RURAL magazine




Comments

RURAL said…
Thanks Lorrie,I love any system that makes life easier.

Jen

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