This weekend when I cleaning out
a few boxes, I came upon this Pen Box. It was like being reunited with an
old friend! My heart leapt a little, and I stopped everything that I was
doing and carried the box to a place of honor in my Living Room.
And this Pen Box contains more
than pens – it contains memories. The pen Marg & Lee (my Mormon
Godparents) gave me for High School Graduation. The pen my boss at
Franklin Covey gave me as a gift for writing a proposal that landed a $2
million contract. A pen that belonged to my dad when he was the age I am
now. The pen I splurged on in Denver on vacation just because it felt so
good in my hand.
I ran upstairs to grab some
paper and sat down to write. A few of the pens need new refills, but
there is just something so grand about a GOOD pen. I felt that with that
pen in my hand I needed to write something important. I felt like I could
have written the Declaration of Independence with this accumulation of strength
from these pens.
And that’s so true – there is
strength in pens. And not just in a Mont Blanc. But the strength
comes from what pens can do. With a pen in hand: you can teach a child to
write, you can witness a marriage, you can profess your love to someone, you
can write a poem, you can sign a divorce decree, you can write your Last Will
& Testiment.
Next time you’re out, splurge a
little a buy a nice pen – and then let it do what pens should do. Pen in
hand, pen to paper – write something from your heart, and then share it with
the world.
"The pen is mightier than the sword -- and considerably easier to write with." -- Marty Feldman
It must be genetic, I love pens too!! I have my own collection and memories behind them as well. It's what I always buy to remind me of a place I have been! Loved your post-Cindy
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