My Pen Knows...

Our church board of directors had a retreat on Saturday, the 17^th, at the Osage Forest of Peace.  We worked and laughed and ate and got to know each other better!  It was wonderful!

One of our exercises was for each of us to name something important to us.  As everyone spoke of what was important to them, I glanced down at my purple pen.  It has become my friend, my tool, a beautiful extension of me!  I am lost without my purple pen and right now as I write, I have 4 of them in various spots ready for use!

Five years ago, after my husband died, I remember finding this pen at Target.  First, purple is my favorite color and secondly, I remember thinking how I needed something new, different and simply pretty.  It wrote beautifully and glided so well across a page. 

It became so much more than a pen, it was an extension of me, the real me and a tool to craft what was inside desperately needing to be set free. I felt empowered with it in my hand because I could feel the creativity that had been hidden swelling inside and coming to the surface.  (The first title of this blog was "The Hidden Me.")

In the beginning, darkness and sorrow covered the blank page.  Each new time I would reach for my purple pen I could feel the light filling spaces once filled with darkness. More spaces opened and more and my heart and soul began to create once again.  No longer steeped in sorrow unless I needed or wanted them to be.

So much more than a pen, a new path, a new me, a new life opening and shining with love and divine light.  My purple pen is witness to the new and improved me, and it has been integral in the process. 

My Purple Pen

Each time it touched the paper

The purple ink spoke soothing words.

Sometimes angry thoughts

Transformed in mid-air

By the glorious purple color.

It was saying,

Look at this,

I am different.

I am out of hiding.

I am the real you.

We can do this!