I’m a pen collector – yes I am. This pen though is extra special.
I’ve owned this beauty since early 1996. The person who gave it to me is no longer an active part of my life. Nevertheless, this treasured gift lives on – keeping wonderful memories alive and adding an extra layer of pleasure to my writing.
My beloved black and gold ballpoint pen is relatively fat and heavy – perfect. I prefer a pen with a good heft, which makes me feel as if it is partnering with me in my writing, especially when writing letters to my friend Jan or entries in my journal.
Eighteen years of use has left the black body severely scratched, the silver bands dull, and the gold lacquer distressed and without its former shine.
With age and continued use, many of our sentimental treasures become more beautiful and more meaningful – keeping us undeniably connected to loved ones, places and experiences. My black and gold pen is still as loved as the person who gave it to me. The memories it stirs are just as vivid and pleasant as when they were first born.
It’s amazing to me how an object, a “sentimental treasure” can become so interconnected with not just my heart and my life but my passion. Each time I look at it, I feel as if it cements itself a little further into its special place in my heart. Each time I use it, I sense that it fits itself more snugly into my writing, which is so woven into the fabric of my life.