Dear Diary

We took our nephew and my sister to the pool yesterday. It's quite an impressive city pool, complete with splash park, etc. We have driven by it numerous times and have wanted to check it out. Checking it out with a 2 year-old is a much better (socially acceptable) way to do it, though.

While there, we saw a young girl who is a lifeguard that seemed to be taking a break. She was sitting off to the side, on a bench, writing in what appeared to be a journal.

You don't see that much these days. Not sure why. But I think that's great. One thing we seem to be losing is the ability, or the desire, to journal, to write about our daily happenings, to write in a diary.

I have done some workshops/lessons on journaling as a spiritual practice. And I believe that to be the case. There really is something to the art or practice of writing in a journal.

My grandmother did that. I'm not sure how long or what periods of her life all of her journals covered. But it was really cool to read back about what happened in her life, even what might have seemed like at the time the seemingly mundane, daily, regularly events. It was definitely neat to read back over those things. And my suspicion is that the act of recording those things was also neat, beneficial, even a spiritual practice for her.