La Belle Lettre
Recently I came across a cache of old letters and cards I’ve collected over the years. Instead of reading them right there and then, I set the be-ribboned pile aside with the idea of spending a leisurely evening reading through them in chronological order. Not having looked at them in years, I caught myself wanting to turn that enjoyment into a special occasion.
I have had a love of the hand-written letter for as long as I can remember, and used to get no end of thrills at receiving post cards with my uncle’s familiar flowing script. He was a seasoned traveler, and over the years sent me post cards from all across the better part of four continents. Regrettably, both the post cards and my uncle are now gone, but the thrill of getting something so important it requires a stamp and a proper address remains. If anything, my joy in getting personal mail has increased because of its rare and unpredictable nature.
It’s been a while since I received anything other than a bill or a catalogue or (blech!) an envelope marked “current occupant”. Are there two sadder words than that when you’re standing hopefully at your mailbox? No wonder Charlie Brown had such a tough time when Valentine’s Day rolled around…
But like most things in life, you gotta give to get, so recently I made a list of everyone I had sent mail to in the past few months.
It was a very short list.
So I made a new one, this time of all the people I want to hear from. This list was much longer, and had the added effect of lifting my mood – sometimes I forget the number of fabulous people who populate my world!
And now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go practice my penmanship a little…