Something about the way it feels. Pen in hand..
The ten cent Bic pens are my favorite. Simple. Ordinary.
You might think of it as just a pen, but like to think of it as my favorite stepping stone. My first step. You see, when that ink flows onto the paper ideas are born, dreams come to life, or a revelation enters into existence.
Before it would have just been stuck in my mind floating around in the dark blue sky that it is. Of no use to anyone, including myself. In a sense lost, but with my trusty ten cent pen found. Birthed onto paper where we can give it our full attention and therefore holds the possibility to manifest fully into reality.