I have kept a journal for … almost 50 years. Yikes!
Writing by hand at least a few words a day has been my most enduring commitment–a joy, a balm, a chore, an antidepressant, an exercise, a devotion.
“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart,” urged poet William Wordsworth.
Although my entries rarely rise to such exalted heights, although I kvetch and catalogue and sometimes make no sense at all because I’m sleepy, I write. My journal has been my constant companion, both witness and confidante.
These days, I’m learning more about journaling both to deepen my personal practice and to share its benefits for personal growth, development, and healing. I’m working toward certification as a community journal facilitator through training offered by the Therapeutic Writing Institute (TWI).
As part of the program, I had the privilege of taking the Journal to the Self (JTTS) workshop and completing JTTS instructor training with TWI founder Kay Adams.
I’m also committed to diversity, equity, and inclusion in my teaching.
Sylvia Whitman 