I recently read a book called, The Poetry of Strangers, it spoke about the slower process of typing out a poem, key stroke by key stroke.
You can check out the book here The Poetry of Strangers
Then I was gifted three manual typewriters, that came from an old house, and the tiniest house I’ve ever seen. The woman who lived in this tiny house, typed the titles for our township. Now my fingers rest on those same keys, I love that! 💗
I pulled out my paints and hand painted some paper and then started typing.
There is something about working with your hands that is so absorbing. The clickty clack of the typewriter so satisfying.
This verse has been my anchor all summer. Reminding me that minding my own business, living a quiet life and working with my hands are good things. They bring peace and purpose to my life and that is good and it’s contagious. ☺️
That you also aspire to lead a quiet life, to mind your own business, and to work with your own hands, as we commanded you, that you may walk properly toward those who are outside, and that you may lack nothing.
1 Thessalonians 4:11-12
I’m hoping to offer custom hand typed poems soon! 🌺