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A special gift

I think I am beginning to really enjoy writing long-hand again.  (This post is actually an edited copy of same.)  I trust my children will someday have the same joy.

One of the things that makes writing a delight, especially the writing of letters, is the ease by which the ink flowing freely to paper reflects the innermost thoughts of a person.  Truly it is of this person, at least.

One could hope that this love for writing, journaling, and observation could be passed down from one generation to another.  But writing, like other delights is caught rather than taught, as the saying goes.  That task or activity in which I delight is usually and easily shared, so it becomes a task or activity in which my children delight.

One singular device that makes my writing that much more enjoyable is the pen I use when writing long hand.  In the first place, I like it because of the one I love most.  Sharon made the lampwork beads with her minor burner torch, and then presented them to me as part of a pen.  In the second place, the pen she gave me is a fountain pen.  It is not the type of pen that frustrated Charlie Brown of Peanuts fame and caused him to seek a pencil pal.  This fountain pen still has the metal nib of its forbears.  Yet, it uses an ink cartridge, so as to eliminate the mess of dipping one’s pen into the well.  I recall the old style, in which a bladder inside the pen acted as a sort of eyedropper, and it was quite a mess.

Thanks again, dear, for the gift!