It was magic.Ĭrazy? Maybe, but only if you underestimate words themselves, the strength of them strung together, or our ability to wield them. I realized I wasn’t merely spelling words. This was something unbelievable that I’d simply never paid any attention to. I wiggled my pen on the page and images were born in my brain. Symbols, shapes, ideas were coming to life, bleeding forth from my pen, and they evoked further meaning, emotion, wonder in my mind. ![]() With slight, unconscious movement of my pen, magic was happening. ![]() ![]() One day, as I pretended to take notes in a meeting, I watched my hand moving across my notebook and noticed something odd.
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