I have long been fascinated with the concept of handwritten notes, letters, and cards. Although I recognize the implicit irony of blogging about the beauty of handwriting, the links below have instigated a renewed sense of urgency to take back the pen.
I simply love the way Hannah Brencher uses her pain to show concern for strangers. I am so intrigued by the way Philip Hensher guesses what a person is like based on his or her penmanship.
Intimacy. Connection. Love. These basic human needs are often sacrificed at the alter in exchange for expediency, personal space, and convenience. The former things, however, are the hard things. They are the things we fight, the things we fear, the things we yearn for.
Today, I am thankful for piles of handwritten notes, letters, and cards that I’ve received throughout the years. I am thankful that each swoop of the pen reminds me of someone who cares. As Hensher so poetically states, “The pen is really an instrument that feels very warm to us. It feels like a part of ourselves. And there’s something wonderful about a pencil that you can chew as you write or a plastic ballpoint that you can reduce to smithereens in your mouth. I love all the aspects of writing because the instruments are just so human, such an extension of the hand and the finger.”
I pray to be the type of person who, rather that solely “typing,” picks up the pen, rolls it around, and shares a few phrases with another person on this journey of life.
Aiming to live a better story,