This afternoon, I stopped by the home of one of our women whose mother died yesterday. This woman writes a column in the local paper, she loves “all things book” like I do, and she is the source of much wit and wisdom. We argue about politics and other things. We agree with each other on important issues like the spelling of “y’all.” She has become one of my favorite people in the world.
Anyway, as I was talking to her husband, the mailman pulled up and delivered the mail. One conversation led to another (she said that both she and her husband tend to hog the available audience!) and I found myself in their basement, looking over some great, gorgeous bookcases he had made with the old windows they had replaced. But I digress…
In a few minutes, my friend came down to the basement with a small package and a look of giddy excitement. She showed us a handmade leather journal, that came accompanied by a note. The note described the impact of a column on journaling my friend had written some months before. The letter writer’s husband – himself a long-time journaler – had learned to make these very cool books. They sent along the journal as a token of their esteem for my friend and her column.
Now, as regular readers of this little space know, I am hooked on my Moleskine. But this book…wow!
Picture Indiana Jones’s father’s “Grail Diary,” and you’ll get the idea…
If she reads this – and she’s one of the few of my church folks who do – she now has no excuse not to start that journal she encouraged others to start.