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. 

This is new.