Journals Filled with Memoriams of those Women

March 6,2016–At some point in your history you get to a place where you want to know if someone before you experienced what you're going through, has seen what you're seeing, and how they felt. At some point you want an artefact or some other tangible thing as a reference for your experience. How did it feel to be at the base of this mountain, to climb this tree, to travel this expanse? How did it feel to lose your friends, to process disappointment, to reconcile with not being where you want to be, to fight for your betterment, to be still and know?

We have these questions now but we can provide their answers for those coming after us by journeying soulfully. We don't have to leave our posterity questioning how to proceed in existence. Our journals play a bigger role in humanity than personal chronology. Our honesty in writing could help someone in the future make sense of who they are.

I think about these things when I write, and when I look for journals written by ancestors and cannot find them.