I've always been a letter-writer. Really, I've just always been a writer, and letters were one of many ways that the writer inside of me chose to manifest herself.
Of course, some seasons of life lend themselves to letter writing, and some don't. Lately, I've been a terrible correspondent. Every time I receive a letter or card, I file it away to respond to it. All the cards I need to respond to are in plain sight, but, unfortunately they've just been piling up lately. Finally, in the midst of my move, I decided enough was enough, and these dear friends were all valuable enough to me to warrant a good size slice of an afternoon spent writing to them.
Turns out there are more than just one afternoon's worth of folks to write. But, you know what? I'm not sad about that.
There was something so lovely about sitting in a patch of sun in the living room, surrounded by the tools of my trade (paper and pen, of course), with a big mug of tea on the table next to me.
I don't know exactly what is happening to me, but this Longhorn mug is seriously my favorite right now...
I frequently ask for stationery as a Christmas or Birthday gift. Through that habit, I've built up quite the collection. I love being able to always choose just exactly the paper I think a friend would like, and writing them a letter on it.
When I was in high school, I went to a little leadership seminar thing, and met a friend who was just as excited about writing letters as I was. We exchanged addresses, and the first letter he wrote me was addressed to Queen Esther. By then, that was such an old joke, so I addressed his to the Prime Minister. We spent a few years shooting letters back and forth to people like the Dali Lhama, etc.
When I was about 16, some dear friends moved to Indiana, and we wrote letters back and forth addressed to Jane Austen and Shakespeare characters.
Sometimes I wonder why we lose that sort of frivolity when we become adults. Why don't I ever send a letter to Colonel Brandon or the Overseer of the Board of Regents?
Why shouldn't we have a little foolishness in our lives? I mean, really. I have a Nancy Drew themed address book, for goodness' sake. Yes, the cover is the cover of Nancy's Mysterious Letter, which also happens to be my favorite Nancy Drew book...
I guess the point of all this rambling is that I miss writing to people, and I hadn't even realized I missed it until I started again.
The season of life that I'm in right now has lent itself very nicely to loving on old friends via the written word (whether that be Facebook messages, emails, or letters) and I am thoroughly enjoying it!
Would you like to be pen pals? Send me your address, and I'll write you a letter!
I am being totally serious here.
2 years ago