If you read Roz Stendahl's blog, Roz Wound Up, you may know that several years ago she inaugurated "International Fake Journal Month. " I believe I joined the first year, but have fallen behind and haven't since.
This year I am thinking of joining publicly or privately with an alter-ego I had in the 90s: Rabbit Girl.
I was living temporarily in an alternative community in Shutesbury with folks I met whilst conducting workshops for people living with HIV/AIDS. I met the group through a public health administrator in Boston.
Bill, like too many of my friends, colleagues and acquaintances during that period, has passed beyond. He had lived in the community before joining the MDPH (Massachusetts Department of Public Health). MDPH was, then, one of the most dedicated and generous of funding agencies and public health providers in the country. They funded my projects with a vigor I never found elsewhere, including these weekend long psychological workshops they helped me provide throughout the State.
Lower Berkshires, Shutesbury, MA
When I fulfilled my duties for the day, (I was the in-house publicist and fund-raiser for the community) I'd roll down the hills (saving petrol) to Amherst and find refuge at the Black Sheep Cafe.
Black Sheep Deli and Cafe, Amherst, MA
She went with me everywhere, a dangling miniature white stuffed rabbit. I loved her to distraction, and ultimately she became so messy, dirty and straggly that years later I put her away. Now I can't remember what I did with her, but I did buy a replacement--a larger rabbit that sits on top of my pen and ink cabinet. In this way Rabbit Girl stays clean, safe and remains relevant.
Norwottuck Rail Trail Bridge, Northampton MA
Whenever I am out of sorts, I think about Rabbit Girl. You may ask why. Rabbits are known for their skittish nature, run fast and in Native lore represent a form of timidity, or fear. I am not known for either, but Rabbit Girl could be both and she often was just that: fearful.
For many personal reasons, Rabbit Girl, emblematic of the lore is very present in my consciousness, and I wonder how she could have her very own journal.
I am still wondering!
I did start to prepare a spiral bound journal following Richard's lead and intend to have it finished up by the time I reach Pittsburgh.