Best laid plans – shot.
Here I sit in one of my least favorite places, the car service center waiting for the inevitable gasp that follows the “ma’am we have good news and bad news.” I was ready this time with laptop in tow to steal away, just my computer and me. A much felt yearning of late, this want of computer time, for I have missed you all dearly. But alas, it was not to be. One simple button pushed left me staring the stark reality of a BOOT ERROR. With that somber note, my plans were changed.
No computer just a trusty old legal pad and pen.
Not what I wanted but probably what I need.
There is more of me in the meeting of ink to paper than can be found in the pressing of a key. The flair of the marks has a voice of its own. Unlike the homogeneous and the anonymous print of New Times Roman, volumes are spoken in my loops and lines. It is me, all me.
It is art of a voice painted on paper.
I hear its whisper calling me back to the paper, the pen and the heart of who I am.
So, I begin now.
This was written this morning as I waited for the “good new/bad news”. Funny, this time I just got the “bad news”. Did I say this is one of my least favorite places to be!
Yet, there is good news. I am going to begin journaling again.