I have written in the last page of this journal. I have a couple of rituals I have developed over the years. On the first page I now write about 'how this journal came to be' after my friend Judy Shibata's suggestion. I usually write a simple good bye on the last page or on the back cover. I often make journals with a simple cover. The contrast between a simple cover and the riot of color inside thrills me. This is covered with Flora Bowley paper given to me by my generous friend Lorraine. I never tire of seeing other people's journals so I thought you might like a peek into a few of my pages.
I wrote how the journal came to be under this look again flap.
My aunt Aiko wrote a farewell poem to my father. I added it to the clouds.
I always feel a little sad that there are no more pages to write in but I also love the feel, the heft and the fullness of a finished journal.
After a time when I look through the pages I feel like I enter the world of a dear friend and sometimes a stranger sharing secrets.