Here are my journals from 1972-2010. 51 notebooks filled with endless chatter about me and my life. These are word journals. Few drawings. I am debating whether to keep them or throw them out. They would be of little interest to anyone. Hard to decipher. I read through one from 2002 with a bit of interest but can't imagine myself reading through them all. Too painful as I mostly vented my angst about life.
Three dream journals covering about 15 years. For the rest of the time I noted my dreams in my regular journal.
Six quotation journals in which, when I was reading a book, I would note quotations that struck me. I also had some journals in which I wrote down every book I read each year but I must have thrown those out when I moved in 2004.
"The trail of words and pictures that I'm leaving is more complete than most people's but its still a trail of tips of icebergs, little slices of light and color that are all I can capture of the big masses moving underneath." Hannah Hinchman
"But threading through, in fact floating on top of all this matter, like sea ducks among the icebergs, are moments of the ordinary-made-extraordinary by the simple act of choosing and isolating them." pg72
Quotes from Hannah Hinchman's A Trail Through Leaves: The Journal as a Path to Place. Hannah Hinchman, a writer and artist living in Montana, has been keeping illuminated nature journals for over 30 years.