Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Message from Sun & a Great Gift from my son


is this not the coolest pen EVER? My son gave it to me for Christmas. He said, "for your booksignings, Mom." I was never so touched . . . and this pen will be a cherished item forever. I love the red (red being a favorite color) love the curve of it, love love the tin box it comes in with the old car and "highway of writing." I have never had a pen this nice before, ever. I snapped this photo of me signing my Secret Graces contract--the first item of business for this fine pen. It writes Perfectly!



Ah, beyond the clouds, just to my right, the sun is reaching to me, as if I have been ignoring Sun all morning, with my eyes turned inward and my head slightly bent to my work, and Sun is calling out on the wind, "Kathryn....Kat! Boop! Wolf-woman!"

And I did not hear, and so, Sun is reaching reaching into the room, and its beam has touched my arm, and I not only see it, but I feel it. Sun has laid its beam on my am, gently, telling me to stop ignoring what is outside, to lift my head and see and feel and be and enjoy--experience. For, Sun says, why should those characters get to feel it all? Why should they experience while you watch them, writing down their words and actions and thoughts...why, Sun says, are you not acknowledging me, for I am powerful, and beautiful, and I warm your face, and I help heat your log house, and I cause shimmers over the mountain, and glance off the bark of trees turning them silver, and I peek into shady areas to capture critters, and penetrate the creek water turning spashes into diamonds--have you not noticed me yet? For I'll be gone soon behind the clouds. And I do, now I do, for Sun has touched my arm, has entered my window, stretched its beam and laid upon my arm its warmth--it does not burn me, but we both know it could, if it desired, if it wanted.

There is a point of the beam where I can't look upon it...each time I try to look at it directly, my eyes burn and I have to look quickly away, and I wonder at that, how the Sun beam is on my arm and I can feel it and look upon it with comfort, yet, a mere foot or scant foot away lies the beam across the wood and I can't look on it, for it hurts my eyes.


What message do you think is Sun sending me?

It is quiet this morning, Sun makes no sound as it goes about its business. The silence calls me to listen.
What calls you today? Are you listening?



12 comments:

The Unbreakable Child said...

ohh, lovers that pen and the ol' chevy.:) wonderful post, huggage

Crafty Gal Linda said...

Love the pen!

colbymarshall said...

Today, I think I'm being told to take deep breaths and enjoy the day without worrying...and that's exactly what I'm going to do.

The pen is AWESOME, btw!

Deb@RGRamblings said...

I have pen envy. Love the red, it's so hard to find a pen that fits...

The sun hasn't graced my presence for a while, but I enjoyed hearing about it, and thinking about it :)

Nannette said...

Several years ago when my daughter was about 15 and I had just started submitting, every now and then she'd ask if I'd published anything yet. Turns out she'd bought me a pen engraved with "PUBLISHED" that she held for close to a year and presented to me on my first acceptance (same day she got her first driver's license as it turned out). I keep it in a case and use it for when I need to sign anything writing related.

Anita said...

It's a good thing we don't live closer to each other because I have this thing for pens and you know...it might just have to disappear into a pocket while you aren't looking. LOL! Lovely post!

t i m said...

a very thoughtful gift, awesome :)

Titus said...

Beautiful pen, especially with its own tin!

You have sun? You have sun?!

Eryl Shields said...

The pen is gorgeous, and it's such a lovely thought out gift. Aren't sons wonderful?

I'm afraid what is calling me is a tin of tiffin: 'just one more square...' But my hips say, 'no!'

Karen said...

That's so sweet and thoughtful of your son! What's calling me today? My WIP to rewrite for a conference next month, oh no, it IS next month. It's shouting now...bye....

Jessica said...

I love a nice pen! What a sweet son. :-)

The sun was beautiful today in Florida. We went to the park. It was just so gorgeous out. :-)

Deb Shucka said...

That may be the greatest pen ever! Love this post and the reminder that Sun lives.