The New Year is given to us as a blank slate – 366 days (it’s
a leap year!) to ‘write’ on and imprint our actions and interactions. But, what
of our thoughts, feelings and memories? Where do these go?
Since way back when, I have kept diaries. Not just memories but scrapbooks of stuff
that has caught my eye and, not surprisingly, most of my collection is ‘words’ –
bits and pieces from books and articles that I have read. The odd illustration finds a place too and
clippings from here and there. I
treasure my collection; in moments when I need to ‘get away’ but can’t, I tuck
myself into a chair and go back in time through the pages, lingering over the
memories that they evoke and delighting once again in the connection felt at
the first encounter. The vibrancy remains undiminished with the passage of time.
The electronic blog and Facebook provide tempting
alternatives and I do succumb from time to time to the ease of the digital
medium, but this year, thanks to a young lady who finds colour in words (and
whose words add colour to the day!), I have the blank pages of a diary/album to
accompany the unfolding year. And I will
take her happy advice to imprint the pages with memories, experiences, new
encounters and the ‘mud of places’ that I will visit. A concrete legacy for the future!
For now, the immediate present, I will savour the texture of
the handmade paper, reveling in its pristine newness. I have one more reason to
be eager for what is to come!
