When I was a young girl, just learning cursive writing, I fell in love with the written word. I had a wonderful teacher, Mrs. Link, who was very helpful in nurturing my hand allowing me to discover how to release my thoughts.
Years later, I still find the need for the scripted word. Seeing the ink create something using my hand, feeling the nib scratch the paper, the words flowing and allowing me to liberate my thoughts.
When upset, happy or just alone, I find myself with pen in my hand. Sometimes just doodling, sometimes penning artwork, and sometimes I just let my thoughts fill a page.
Writing has always been a way of letting my thoughts run wild. I can write out what I think. Upset with someone, I can write out how I feel. Cursive writing flows so much easier than the printed format, releasing so much more. Here is where the pen is gentler than the sword...I can tear up, crumple, or burn my words without hurting a soul. Once said words become part of my history, potentially hurting someone.
Now, to why I am distrubed. Many, if not most, schools have decided it is no longer necessary to teach cursive writing. Students are losing the ability and feel of the flowing word that eases their pain, increases their joy, and just lets them be themselves.
I do hope somewhere, somehow the idea of cursive writing will go on in the world.