Scribing Brings Gratitude
Gratitude on the Road: Why I Scribe the Journey
Every road I’ve walked has left a mark on me — not just in memory, but in ink. The pages I’ve carried on trains, planes, and long stretches of highway are more than journals; they’re companions. They’ve caught my awe when the mountains rose up out of nowhere, my laughter in a crowded market, and even my tears when the road felt too long.
Travel, in all its wonder and unpredictability, has a way of slipping through our fingers if we’re not careful. But when I stop long enough to scribe it — to sketch the café table where I lingered over strong coffee, to jot down the sound of a language I barely understood, to save the receipt, to press the wildflower between the pages — I notice more. I savor more.
The Gift of Gratitude
Scribing has turned my travels into a practice of gratitude. It’s one thing to see the sunset over the ocean. It’s another to slow down, take out my pen, and write, “The horizon burned gold tonight, and for a moment, I remembered I am small and that is beautiful.”
By capturing the moment, I learn to thank it. And gratitude has a way of multiplying joy.
Proof of Life
Years later, flipping back through these pages & cards, I see more than just where I went. I see who I was becoming. I see the fears I carried, the courage I gathered, the prayers I whispered in quiet corners of the world. The ink tells me: you were there, you lived this, you grew here.
The pages don’t just hold places. They hold transformation. They hold proof.
Why I Keep Writing
Words are life in the moment, they remind me daily that all parts of life are worth noticing — and that gratitude isn’t something you stumble into, it’s something you practice.
Travel has taught me that the world is wide. Scribing has taught me that even the smallest moment deserves to be remembered. And together, they’ve taught me that gratitude isn’t about having it all. It’s about noticing what you’ve been given, one page at a time.
So I’ll keep carrying my book. I’ll keep scribbling down the details — the crooked streets, the laughter of strangers, the courage to take the next step. Because every page brings me back to gratitude. And gratitude brings me home, no matter where I wander.