The Keeper of Memory

Journaling has always been a part of my life.  As a child, I was first given a journal when I was barely old enough to write.  I remember the journal had a picture of a unicorn on the front that I could color however I wanted.  As time passes, my journals have continued to travel with me.  Sometimes in bags, boxes, living on shelves, yet always available to glance at a moment in my life passed, an environment, a season.  I wanted to commemorate that experience.  The essence of saving moments on pages, of pressing flowers and leaves to enjoy and smell in another time, another place.  This journal is a keeper of my memory, of my time, of my place in this world.