When I take time to record the passing of my hours, I become so aware of how full and rich those hours are. I am in conscious contact with my life, with my self, with God. I possess my own soul. I am aware of hunger in all its kinds. I am able to sort out true, physical hunger and fullness.
It is so wonderful to be in possession of my own soul, to be my own vessel. I see it as sacred and I honor it by recording it.
It does not matter what happens to the records I make. I don’t make them to preserve them—at least, that’s not my primary motivation. It is up to God whose words are preserved and whose are not.
I write as a tool in the here-and-now, to keep me conscious and to sort through my life story. One day at a time.