The Journal

Before we set off on these last travels my husband bought for me, a leather journal.

He said he wanted me to write in it.

Here, I laid it down to write and dropped my rucksack at my feet.

I’m standing on the inside wall of a ring fort, called Dun Eochla.

This ring fort stands above the island where my father’s family comes from, and still lives.

It’s likely over 1000 years old.

It occurred to me that my ancestors could very easily have been part of the building of this amazing place.

And did they know that 1000 years later, their family would still be there, and journey to there-from far away places.

And the journal, though I laid it open to where I had been writing…

Flew open in the wind

To empty pages.

Yet to be written.

And I not only wonder, I will write it down, about family yet to be.

And 1000 years more from now,

Will another one of us come here to wonder about me.

And those before.

Who stood at this very spot.Β  And saw ocean so blue, sky never ending.

What did they think.

I wish,

They had had a journal.

40 thoughts on “The Journal

  1. Remind me to tell you what this post meant to me when we next meet….too long to write, but such an affirmation as I leave today to visit my daddy’s birthplace! Fantastic picture, and beautiful post! See ya my friend.

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  2. I reckon their story is written in the very stones beneath your journal. Their hands have quarried them, stacked them, built with them, and rebuilt many times. Listen to their tales as the wind blows through them.

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  3. Gathering for Canadian Thanksgiving, watching the little ones play at our feet, I could see snatches of family who have left their mark on our hearts and in the blood flowing in these little people. Lovely post Colleen.

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  4. Oh yes, what a beautiful present. A wonderful image, to leave your thoughts for the next generations! And you’ve again left something Coleen, not in the Jounal, but here!

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  5. Great photo. When I see the majesty of the scree mountains in allihies these are exactly my thoughts. And now that my little ones are grown as I walk those mountains I imagine I hear the echoes of their childhood. Life is fleeting and forever.

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  6. What an inheritance! And yours of special words left in your journal will match this view. They will paint pictures and lasting impressions of the family from your point of view. Awesome, Colleen. πŸ€ xo 🌈

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  7. Journals and diaries are such wonderful discoveries. Reading them is like stepping into the lives of the author. You feel the same joys, sorrows and everyday emotions. It’s surreal to feel the intimacy of those who came before you. ❀️

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