Gifts from open hands come my way today.
To be able to put down a word- each word in unique order- one at a time until the idea is out. I am used to the flow of the ink, that drawing of the line that forms an idea. It is a visual for me, that flow. That which feels comfortable and no body sees it. I most of the time can’t read it myself. It is just a squiggle.
Today I am learning to type the feeling. To tap at these keys and also not edit my flow because you are reading it.
For the past few weeks I have been excited to adventure through my “new” discovery of the blogging world. At my weekly breakfast with Christine Brennan, she assures me it is a world well over ten years old now.
Today I join that world. On time. My time.