A Woman, Writing

This morning I passed a woman in the lobby. She was sitting in a chair, writing in her journal.

Not tapping on her phone, not scrolling down the tiny screen. But engaged with the paper and the pen.

I noticed this not only because I believe in it and practice it, but because it is so rare.

When you address the page, the page does not talk back to you. It absorbs your words, the wise and the silly. It gives you space, a blank expanse without spell-check or word complete. For that reason, it is serene, even empowering.

Today is International Woman's Day. I just wrote and posted a story to celebrate it. But when I think of Woman's Day 2018, what I'll keep in mind is not a year of marches and #metoo. It's the quiet communion of writer and page. It's the image of a woman writing.

(Pensive, a painting by Edmund Blair Leighton)