This morning, it’s pen to paper. Sometimes the words must be drawn out, not tapped.
I’m thankful to my mom for a hundred thousand things, but towards the top of the list is her encouragement to begin this accounting process. It started with that first Record book she gave me when I was eight.
Three hundred pages now hold scrawls that evolved to age twenty. And at least twenty more journals have ensued.
Thank you, mom, for gifting me the start to a life-long practice!
So the Archives today will be more visceral. I’ll get my whole hand into the telling.
I’l move away from cyberspace. Use material with substance and dimension. Bring to it ink or lead.
Let words imprint a page. Never have to hit the Save key.