Writing Slowly
A process.
A ritual.
A practice.
Listening. Questioning.
There is a glass bottle of ink. It invites care and attention.
The pen is vigilantly filled, the nib - a wondrous instrument of expression.
It follows a different sense of time. In this substance of time, words form different structures.
The wet ink glistens on the page. It is waiting. The ink is listening.
The nib on paper feels like nothing else in this world.
Words evolve into characters. Tales unfold.
The magic emerges.
Thoughts develop.
Listening.
Slowly…
A ritual.
A practice.
Listening. Questioning.
There is a glass bottle of ink. It invites care and attention.
The pen is vigilantly filled, the nib - a wondrous instrument of expression.
It follows a different sense of time. In this substance of time, words form different structures.
The wet ink glistens on the page. It is waiting. The ink is listening.
The nib on paper feels like nothing else in this world.
Words evolve into characters. Tales unfold.
The magic emerges.
Thoughts develop.
Listening.
Slowly…
