Wabi-Sabi and the Traveler’s Notebook

I have spent the majority of my life as a perfectionist.

There, I’ve said it.

Although, those who know me well don’t really need me to say it…it is quite obvious. I like order, uniformity, have high esthetic standards and like straight lines, right angles and flawless finishes. I have been known to start an entire page over in my day planner if I was unhappy with the way my handwriting looked.

Perfectionism is a fruitless pursuit, however, since in reality there is no such thing as “perfect”. I know this logically, but until recently, I haven’t really bothered to apply that knowledge and embrace the imperfection in life, and more specifically in myself.

I have written in my non-planner-related blog about how the sea of life has rounded and softened my hard edges, my right angles, over time. Along with all that tumbling about, I came across a Japanese concept called Wabi-Sabi, the acceptance of transience and imperfection. Expressed as an aesthetic, it is sometimes described as “the beauty of that which is imperfect, impermanent and incomplete”.

Reading a book called Wabi-Sabi Simple by Richard Powel, this powerful sentence caught my attention, “Wabi-Sabi nurtures all that is authentic by acknowledging three simple realities…nothing lasts, nothing is finished and nothing is perfect”.

Wabi-Sabi reveals the stark honesty of natural processes – aging, wrinkling, fading, deteriorating, etc. Items reflecting the esthetic of Wabi-Sabi graphically mirror our own mortal journey through existence.

One ah-ha moment, served up, not on the mirror finish of the stereotypical silver platter, but rather in a rough, hand hewn Japanese tea bowl lovingly gilt at the broken places.

For when the Japanese mend broken objects, they ennoble the damage by filling the cracks with gold. They believe that when something has suffered and has a history; it becomes more beautiful.

I now consider myself a recovering perfectionist, and I strive every day to take notice of and cherish the beauty and uniqueness of what I once perceived as flaws. It is effort, don’t get me wrong…but it is worthwhile, enlightening effort, and I have found that it nourishes my soul in a way directly opposite of how the path of striving for perfection once depleted it.

The path of life is a series of steps. New territory, new discoveries.

A few years ago, I discovered something very cool. As a writer, it instantly appealed to my love of all things pen, ink, fine paper and writing by hand:

I discovered the Traveler’s Notebook (affectionately known as a TN).

There are a plethora of reviews already written about them. The most widely known and commercially available of these little wonders is the Midori Traveler’s Notebook; this post is not meant to be a critical review…or a review at all. It is merely me sharing something that I love (and the lesson it taught me) with you, my planner and notebook peeps.

The essence of a Traveler’s Notebook, in case you are not already addicted to familiar with them, is a thick piece of hand cut leather, which holds its inserts (paper notebooks and other accessories) by means of an elastic band (and, in the case of the Midori brand, a modest tin clasp). The leather is usually naturally vegetable tanned but not otherwise treated, so as you use it, wear marks and the like become very apparent and as it ages a wonderful patina develops, making each TN unique to the life journey of its owner.


I have a small collection of these notebooks – my first, a genuine Midori courtesy of Wakako at Baum-Kutchen (I buy all my refills and accessories from her lovely shop, and find inspiration there even on days I’m not shopping), was a full sized brown leather beauty that serves as my journal. But my constant companion is a stunning find called a Traveler’s Star Edition. In lush camel colored leather, this beauty commemorates the 5th anniversary of the Midori Traveler’s Notebook in the smaller Passport size. I find the size easier to cart around with me, even on small handbag days.

I have had this notebook for a matter of months, rather than years, but it already looks as though, based on the cover, my life is akin to an Indiana Jones movie.

The newest addition to my TN family is a gorgeous regular size Camel addition by the wonderful & talented Mr. Ray Blake.

This is it on the very first day I started using it. Already I am looking eagerly forward to when it has become as much a part of me as my beloved Traveler’s Star has, and bears the marks of my life upon it.

There was a time, not that long ago, when just looking at scuffs, scratches and dings on any fine leather good would have made my left eye twitch uncontrollably and my OCD reach for leather lotion to buff out the marks and return it to “perfection”, but these notebooks have a quality to them that not only embraces the rough and tumble nature of life, but almost revels in it.

They change from day to day…from moment to moment really…every time you take it out of your pocket or bag and write in it…a key mark here, a pen clip indent there…just as we ourselves change, evolve, grow; become molded and re-formed by that which rubs up against us every day.

Nothing stays the same. Not the world. Not our trusty little Traveler’s Notebooks. Not even ourselves.

Yes, the used notebooks looks even more beautiful to me than the day I unwrapped them in all their pristine glory. That day it was a clean slate, full of potential…and today each one remains unchanged in its ability to make me catch my breath whenever I take it out of my handbag…only now they have become imbued with my energy; from my deepest thoughts scratched on its pages, to the ink marks from a shaking hand, or tear stains from nights I have wept myself to sleep.

What I once would have cursed as “ruining” my notebooks I now look upon as enhancements, embellishments…the emotional equivalent of bedazzling, if you will.

Quite an object lesson for a card-carrying member of Perfectionists Anonymous like me, and a gift that has turned out to be far more profound than a mere heft of leather and a couple elastics.

Perhaps one of the greatest lessons to be gained from the imperfection in each of us, the impermanence of the world and all of life that swirls around us, is that we ourselves are incomplete…and that we each have a story of our own waiting to be told.

Through my own experience with blogging, I have come to know this firsthand. As I not only open to those most tender and painful parts of myself (usually written first in one of my Traveler’s Notebooks) but also share the stories (and the wisdom that I have gleaned from them) with you, those wounds begin to heal. Transform. No longer something that feels weak or ugly to me, but now…much like that gilded bowl I mentioned earlier… something which served only to make me stronger and to reveal more of the beauty in life.

More wondrous still, I have discovered that when I share these stories and begin to heal myself, a joyous, mysterious ripple effect happens…others are touched and opened up in a way that allows for their own process of accessing their inner wisdom and they themselves begin to heal as well.

Each time I reach for my Traveler’s Notebook, I am reminded that there is value in the simple, humble, weathered and worn of this world. That shiny and new have far less to offer than the well-used and well-loved. That things which leave pocks, dings and scars on you can go on to become soothing balm to someone else.

That beauty does not come from being perfect…it comes, in all its flawed, pitted, frayed-edged glory, from being real.

wabi sabi bowl

Gillio Medium Compagna Planner/Wallet Combo Set-up Video

Guess what…I made a video!

Check out the set-up of my Gillio Medium Compagna in luscious, pebbly black epoca leather!! Yum!!

I’m pretty amped about it because after years of trying (and failing), I have FINALLY managed to find a workable solution to having my wallet and planner combined, in a binder that makes it all look easy : )

Head over to YouTube and take a look!


the Sweetest Thing

Disclaimer: This post isn’t about planners.

I just lost most of you didn’t I? ***wink***

For those of you who stayed…

I’m sitting here listening to my magical, psychic iPod that always seems to know just what I need to hear.  I had made a Smart Playlist a while back of the Top 50 songs that I play the most & that have the highest rating.

I’m at work, I’m busy, I’ve had to interrupt my day for an impromptu doctor’s visit and am, as a result, on medication that makes me want to vomit. Like, now.

And “The Sweetest Thing” by JJ Grey and Mofro comes on.

I love JJ Grey and have a few of his albums. Yes, I said albums. Even though they are digital downloads, they will always be albums to me.

I think technically the music is classified as Blues, and as you know I’m in more of a Fuschia phase right now, but I would say it’s more R&B/funk/bluesy/soul with maybe a touch of southern rock thrown in for good measure (but not in a tacky, redneck kinda way). Far from traditional Blues that always sorta make me feel like going off a bridge, JJ Grey & Mofro make me wanna dance. And dance sexy at that.

They’ve got some kickass songs. My faves are the aforementioned “the Sweetest Thing”, “Brighter Days”, “Orange Blossoms”  and “Slow, Hot and Sweaty”. If you can listen to that last song and not want to grind against something, you deserve some sort of trophy.

Anyway, why am I telling you this?

Because it struck me as I was jamming in my office chair, instantly put into a better mood by a song I adore, that I was introduced to this band by an asshat douchebag that I dated (not for long, thankfully) earlier this year.

A man I had previously thought of purely in terms of ‘two months of my life I’ll never get back‘.

But the truth of the matter is, I did take away something – other than the usual array of life lessons like, “never become involved with a man who hasn’t been divorced at least a year”, “don’t accept a Facebook friend request from anyone you’re dating”  and “mouth breathers always snore” –  from my time with Mr. Wrong.

At least he had good taste in music, and I am indeed grateful that he saw fit to broaden my horizons, even if only by proximity.

So rememberkids: There’s always a silver lining…no matter how much of a fucktard the cloud is!


A Quote….

“life turns on a dime.

sometimes towards us, but more often it spins away, flirting and flashing as it goes:   so long, honey, it was good while it lasted, wasn’t it?”

stephen king 11/22/63

Day 22 #Happiness


Shark Week: It’s here! The 25th anniversary of Shark Week. I can remember the very first one. I recorded it on VHS tape, lol! I’ve watched every year since; it is a staple of my summer.

And now if you’ll excuse me, it’s time to watch ……

Day 21 #Happiness


Watermelon for supper: Because we’re adults and we can have whatever the hell we want, whenever the hell we want it : )

Day 16 #Happiness

Hanging out with a good friend, laughing together, and after your cheeks hurt and your sides ache, you stop laughing and share a breathless glance…

…and you see their eyes shining when they look at you

Day 15 #Happiness

Things that throw you

Sometimes things happen that just…throw you for a loop. It seems this happens to me kind of a lot. At times it’s easy to laugh, shake it off, tell an interesting story and move on. Other times shit happens and even though you may laugh about it and tell the story, it stays with you like a bitter taste on your tongue.

Why is this making my happiness post today? Because it is precisely these times that I am uniquely able to clearly see who I am and what I need to do.

Being thrown for a loop seems to clear away the BS, dissipate the fog as it were. It’s like a wake up call. It’s a reminder….we’ve had loops before. We’re still here. We’re still kicking ass.

So I welcome a good loop now and again. They clean the air like a storm; freshen things up.

There’s only one thing to do when you realize you’re in one…put up your hands, throw your head back, scream like hell and enjoy the ride.


Day 14 #Happiness



Finally, someone has the balls to teach me how to shoot! I went for the first time on Saturday and it was AH. MAY. ZING.

Fun, empowering, challenging. Suffice to say I’m hooked and can’t wait to go again.

Zombie apocalypse? Bring it! I’ll be ready : )

Day 13 #Happiness


My hips

I’m not a skinny girl. I never will be; my DNA does not code for thin. And that is perfectly alright with me!

Someone asked me today, if I had to describe my body in one word, what would it be.

My knee-jerk response was almost “curvy”, which is not a bad choice, “voluptuous” was ok too, but both that and curvy seemed too…I dunno…mainstream. “Buxom” would also have worked, however I don’t really like the idea of summing the whole of my physicality up in the fact that I have big boobs. I’m sure you understand ; )

So I thought for a few moments and then replied, “zaftig”.

For those of you who don’t speak Yiddish, that means “juicy” or “succulent”.

Yeah. Perfect.

And I thought of this poem by Lucille Clifton, which I have always loved:

“these hips are big hips.
they need space to
move around in.
they don’t fit into little
petty places.
these hips are free hips.
they don’t like to be held back.
these hips have never been enslaved,
they go where they want to go
they do what they want to do.
these hips are mighty hips.
these hips are magic hips.
i have known them
to put a spell on a man and
spin him like a top”

Oh yes they have!

My hips are by no means extraordinarily large, but they are the hips of a woman. From ahead of me or behind, if you see me walking there is no doubt about that.

In a world where “Plus Size” has somehow, mind-bendingly, become size 8, I am proud to be Zaftig. I love my curves and the fact that my body is soft and round and sensual, but still strong and able to do whatever I ask of it (including all those things that spin a man like a top).

It’s Friday night my wonderful female friends…get out there and let those beautiful hips of yours work some magic!

Live juicy girls…live juicy : )

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