Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray thee Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, Throw my journals in the lake. -P.K.
What is profound about journaling is how it can imbue your being with imagination, well-being, consciousness, and posterity.
The action of putting fingers to pen to paper coaxes
consciousness out of the numinous. Numinous what, you ask? I’m not sure, but it’s like fishing in the dark–something mysterious is taking the bait.
Two points for me because, also:
You can get a thesis out of journaling. After two and one-half years of primary ethnographic field research, I had eight journals filled with more dialogue and (justified) exclamation marks than proper for purely academic work. The creative nonfiction, Deseo required redemption from the dry documentation used in my Master’s thesis in Anthropology. Literary Production