I love my pencils! My whole collection of pencils! The purple one littered with silver stars. The black one with Halloween pumpkins. The pink one glittering with rainbow faerie dust. The really expensive one shellacked with Japanese rice paper. The one I picked up at the library that reminds me to return my books on time. Even the slick mechanical one that writes with precision. Yes, I love my pencils.
As much as I love my pencils, I also love my computer. I’m one of those people who have a foot in both worlds. I journal most efficiently on my computer because my thoughts stream at lightening speed, far too quickly for handwritten pages. I bless my high school councilor for advising me to take typing classes even though I wasn’t enlisted in the secretarial curriculum. (yes I know that dates me) There’s nothing I enjoy more than journaling with my eyes closed while my fingers fly across the keyboard, journaling while in another realm without the need to search for letters or care about the size of the page. I can write reams of pages without interruption.
But I must say that my creative self wouldn’t survive without a pencil. A pencil to doodle, to keep my mind busy so my spirit can take flight. A pencil to write lyrics to my songs, with that lovely eraser that allows me to alter the harmonics as the music expands. A pencil to record a burst of scattered thoughts, all those bits of paper that can be thrown in the trash after they’ve been attended to. A pencil to make quick notes while reading a book. A pencil…..you get the idea 🙂
And we can’t forget my colored pencils, a whole set of watercolor pencils that illuminate a stark world of black and white and bring it to life. These are my soul pencils, the ones that tell the stories of what’s transpiring in the moment from the stuff that makes up the milky way, the stuff that’s beyond words. You know what I’m talking about. You just can’t put that stuff in words. It’s got it’s own vibration and it’s own flow. Of course an artist does the same thing with a brush. But I’m partial to my pencils because they create containers and borders. And when I eventually brush them with water, it’s like spirit flows in filling the chalice until it overflows and everything springs to life.
Pencils have a way of slowing me down with an askance to pause for just a moment. In the midst of a chaotic day they center me in the present moment. Pencils invite simplicity and contemplation into my life, something that’s sorely missing in today’s world of technology. I also enjoy sharpening them by hand, caressing them with each turn of the wrist, watching the point gradually re-emerge, just as my Soul continues to emerge. Yes, I love my pencils.
So I ask, does anyone still use pencils? Evidently so, because they still sell them in the stores. And I for one love shopping for pencils!!
~Sharon Lyn Shepard~
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