I call this journal, "Journey into the Self."
I like to name my journals after bits that I find within their pages. There is a small bit of a Rumi poem on one of the pages, "Unfold your own myth." Wheels churned. Another bit of Rumi popped into my head: “And you? When will you begin that long journey into yourself?” Light bulb.
Our journals are our journeys into the self. They are our places where we unfold, become and discover. We give birth to ourselves repeatedly on the pages. We push and pull. They are bits of us and they are us.
This site is stunning. Lots of images but some are NSFW.