Friday, July 10, 2009

a beginning

And so it is without further ado that I give you, my paperpad.

Paper, to me, has always been a source of excitement (lame, I know). But when a sheet is blank, it is pure. A perfect white. It is yours for the taking. What you do with it, is up to you. Write, draw, scribble, crumple, fold, tear, burn, etc. and so forth.

Paper has potential. Like all of us. Maybe that is where my true fascination lies. What am I making of myself? Am I happy with it? Then the beauty of a pad comes in. If I don't like where one section is headed, I can tear it out. I can start on a fresh sheet. Much like the beauty of repentance.

I'm also a fan of the basics. A sharpened pencil, not mechanical, but a yellow #2. Not printed ink, but raw writing. You can't backspace, so you scribble. The process is visible. Just like our process of becoming perfect. No one truly is. They just hide their scribbles.

And besides all of this, I need to write. Mental release is almost always eye-opening. So I take my pencil to paper, and I let it out. And sometimes, when I'm not feeling too shy or embarassed, I'll share it here. I can't guarantee it will be raw and un-edited, cause it won't be. But maybe it will encourage others to take out a blank sheet and see what they can make of it.

So welcome to my paperpad.

1 comment:

  1. I love it! And I can't agree with you more. A blank piece of paper has been one of my best friends for so many years. I can't tell you how many random things I have written on random pieces of paper! But I love it, because it's me, and it's what I think and feel. I'm so excited for this paperpad. I can't wait to hear what muddling in Mckell's mind!: )

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