Thanksgiving is approaching and as it should, it brings to mind thoughts of thankfulness.
I am sincerely thankful that I can write to you. I am thankful that what begins in my mind can flow through my pen into a spiral notebook and be transformed into something that touches your mind without uttering any word or displaying any gesture. It is amazing to me that so much meaning can be conveyed by pen scrawls on paper. It is truly a wonder to me that I can express the imaginings in my own head in this way to share them with you.
I am by nature a talkative and expressive person, but the act of writing is deeper and allows for conveying a more complex parade of thoughts. I am driven to express this way. The absence of this ability would render me stifled, and so I am very grateful for it. To imagine being unable to do this is a harrowing thought.
For so many years, I wrote only for myself. It was a quiet and satisfying endeavor that I derived much pleasure from. Recently, I have begun to share my pen scrawls with you in the form of this blog, my novel and other ways. I have two more stories in process and after that I will not stop. The act of sharing my writing with you is an exhilarating extension of this already joyful gift. I am thankful for the gift of writing and I am thankful that you are here reading it.
I wish you all a blessed Thanksgiving.