We learned cursive writing pretty early in our school lives. My handwriting was OK. In fourth grade, as far as I can remember, we had new students join us. Those two new girls had the most beautiful cursive I had ever seen. Soon, my goal was to write like them, or as close to them that I could. In the process, I gained two new friends, and today, after decades, they are still my best friends.
So writing has definitely made my life richer – rather handwriting. Also, I discovered that writing down what I was learning, many times over – while taking notes in class, while transcribing them to my notebook, and while studying for tests – helped me learn better. So, there I was – becoming a better student too.
And pencil on paper in a whole other way – drawing is something I love too. Though writing on paper is not something I am doing often enough, I hope to do more regularly now.
Silver winter moon
shines down on our yard so bright
need no light to write.
Today, we are exploring handwriting and its impact on our lives through haibun over at dVerse. And I continue my UBC with this poem and the photo taken late last year for PhotoSunday’s Silver theme. The haibun and the haiku are still poetry forms that I am working on and hopefully with practice, with actually putting down pen(cil) on paper to write them maybe, will get me somewhere better than I am today at these (and other forms as well).
Writing about handwriting did evoke many memories, most of them good in my case! My Hero pen filled with Camel or Chelpark Royal Blue, my Natraj pencils, those cursive writing practice books, and other wonderful memories from school…