is like asking God if he so loves the world. For years now I have sisyphused each day with my dead father-in-law’s pen above my heart. Those mired in the relative world no doubt view it pagan but I think carrying this black precious resin causes the sum total of sadness in this life to be a little less than it would have been otherwise, I really do.
Totems like this anchor us, make us less boring, and challenge us to commit truly great acts of love while there’s still time.
John, you always amaze me – you capture the heart with unexpected and stunning life – you create such beauty.
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Thanks for stopping by, Ken.
Wonderful. I agree whole-heartedly. Mine is a well worn and lived in Waterman Charleston. It makes me feel less boring.
Heather, less boring is always good, always. Have a wonderful day!
You pen beauty, and capture the tender, fragile on a page. Always.
Elizabeth, thank you very much for your words.
Breathing in as I come here. Always leave refreshed. Thank you. (I was given a Waterman when I retired – but my fingers don’t work round a pen anymore. Thankfully, they do work on this keyboard.)