somehow, journaling is about trying to leave deeper footprints.... i have been on this earth for 34 some odd years, this time around, and there are huge swaths of time for which i have little or no recollection. when i am writing of my life, i am making a record, some sort of proof, of having lived through the experiences that i have.

i have another project journal, a patchwork quilt of my memories, wherein i try to fill in the gaps. it is fun, and i think i can learn a lot about myself through it. but sometimes i wonder... do other people have such difficulties remembering their childhood? does this indicate something significant about myself, this patchy memory? or is just a symptom of having lived such an unsettled & gypsy sort of life....

i spent the middle of last week going on a genealogy frenzy. i do this every so often. i explore my family tree that i have constructed thus far, and search for possible clues... links through which i might find more connections into the past.

my old chemisty teacher, mr. walsh, would likely say that i am rather cavalier with the data, but i follow my intuition & matching data, and have been rather successful in finding links to the distant past.

my new project is more about finding links with the distant me!