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Since I was a small child, I’ve always had a couple of things by my side: notebook and writing utensil. These are truly the constants in my life. While the writing utensils have changed from crayons to pencils to pens, my notebook has been my constant companion. I’m really not a “loose leaf” paper fan. I prefer a good solid surface, you know, something substantial to write in.  I love to write, and I love the idea of writing. Just thinking about writing gets me all excited and happi inside. From the day I learned to write my name, I wrote it everywhere. I even wrote it on my wall when I was a child. Boy, did my mother get mad at me! I can see my name now straddled elegantly across my bedroom wall S Y N O L V E….

It was beautiful! I just sat there smiling and admiring it. Might have thought I would have written it and then went to hide or something. But no, not me. I just sat there smiling. Shortly after my mom and stepdad became “aware” of my beautiful artwork, I could hear them saying something about paying fees and painting over it. My mother quickly reintroduced me to a pencil and paper after that little incident. They did paint over it. But I knew it was there. I still smile today just thinking about that wall with my name on it. And while I never quite got up the courage to go wall writing again, I did paint may name on page after page of notebook paper. As I began to add additional words to my portfolio, the name Synolve still captivated me and thrilled me. I love my name. It’s very comforting to sit and see it now on this new website. For the longest time as I contemplated what this space would be, I knew for sure that my love for writing and my name would be the driving force and the beat that keeps the sacred rhythm.  Today, I have my notebook beside me with some of my wildest dreams and private thoughts.

My notebook has witnessed and been by my side through everything from meeting my husband to watching my tummy move as my children grew inside. I’ve cried with my notebook, watched TV with my notebook, and YES, I confess, I’ve even slept with my notebook…under my pillow, on my night stand, and on the floor beside my bed. At night when the air is calm and the world is quiet, I reach for my notebook to write the ramblings in my mind and drift off to sleep again with my arms wrapped around my husband’s side.

I love my notebook because it welcomes me with open arms and never judges me. My notebook holds my words for safekeeping. And even during those times when I’ve lost my notebook, for better or worse, I know my words are still there. I carry a notebook with me everywhere I go even to the bathroom or driving in my car. Sometimes while I’m sitting there, in the car, I jot down a word or two from a driver’s license plate passing by or words from a billboard. Sometimes, the words are just words and other times, they are divine inspiration. That’s why I carry my notebook with me because you never know when a good idea will pop up.

My name is Synolve and I carry a notebook with me everywhere I go.

Perhaps from time to time, I’ll share some of the thoughts from my notebook with you, if you like. Stop by anytime. My notebook and I will be waiting…

Namaste