Sometimes the yearning to write by hand is so great.  My heart so full of gratitude for my computer and keyboard that allow me to see and write. So much gratitude. Sometimes, though, I long for the feel of the pen’s coldness slowly warming between my fingers. The sound of my hand moving across the paper prompted me to call my writings “scriches.”   I can create scriches of lines upon the paper. I will not be able to read what I write.

Buddhism teaches detachment from outcomes. Moses was told to take his shoes off as he approached the burning bush. The ground was sacred long before he was given the message. Our world of pinging texts, instant news, social media, and work/family demands drive our attention to outcomes, must do/know, and a virtual hamster wheel of outcomes that never stops turning.

And so, I shall give thanks for this computer and keyboard that allow me to write and see. With hands to my heart I shall bow and whisper namaste. Rising from my bow, I shall take my heart’s shoes off and know the stillness and texture of my hand upon paper…sacred ground. I will gladly offer the unreadable scribbles for the day’s erasure upon my heart.

Blessings.