Pen Shadow
I become giddy when I see my pen shadow, and this often shows up in my morning list of gratitudes.
I become giddy when I see my pen shadow, and this often shows up in my morning list of gratitudes.
I don’t identify as an inventor. I don’t invent the stories. I would argue that I’m an adventurer who sets out to find them.
The grief of the untold story haunts the heart. Find your words and write them now, in cards and letters, journals and drop-dead boxes. The stories—the writing and the sharing—have healing power.
I’m not sure exactly how the solo day will play out nor if the people in my life will get on board, but I’ll try. I think at first I’ll be fidgety, like when I sit down to write and need fifteen minutes to settle in. But once I embrace the soloness, I expect transformative moments. Or at least, a nice break and some good rest.
If I can write deeply and meaningfully about the worst part of someone or about the stellar behavior of another, it’s because it’s in me, too. … It’s all of us.
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