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The art of writing

Sitting down with a pen and paper seems to be something of the past now. E-mail is quicker, Facebook and twitter gets me to whom I want to simply say hi to much easier. But have you ever noticed that in this fast paced world typing those words in the computer keeps you moving fast and makes you move faster because you have to write this e-mail, respond to that one, say hi to a friend on facebook, then get back to the e-mail that just came in, go to lunch, check my phone, type a text on the phone while I am shoving food in my face and getting my phone all greasy...

Whew...I am exhausted just typing about it.

When was the last time you sat back and wrote a letter, an actual letter.

Hearing the pen move across the fibers of the paper send calm up my arm and into my mind. Time slows down and I write with care. (The pen does not have a delete key.) I stop to think, to breath, to take in what I am saying and to whom I am saying it.

I love the look of my handwriting on paper, the loops of the descender, the height of the ascender. How each word moves with the others and flows into a conversation that is one sided until the person whom it is meant for reads it.

I notice my breathing even slows while I am writing, it seems almost romantic. It is definitely more personal since you can see the inflection of the writing, like you would hear it in a voice.

I would have to say writing on paper will never become a lost art...and art it is.

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