full of...

my little fat leather journal is almost full...just one signature left.  i think this is the first time i have ever filled one up.  i have a lot of half full journals on my shelf.  but there is just something about this one.  the thick, rugged pages and the earthy smell of leather every time i open it, the way it's starting to bulge with all of its' goodness.  every page is filled with oozing, drippy, drappy paint, scribbly, scrabbly sketchings, torn and glued scraps of old papers, special bits of string and thread and fabric.  and words.  beautiful, wonderful heartfelt words...