Little sails of communications, signed and sealed, they travel from states and continents – their paths crossing without the knowledge of their dear writers. Postage has carved a map of delivery, and the letters and cards travel down tangles of streets that bloom like flowers. Billowing like ships, they navigate towards my mailbox, the common ending to distant and unusual beginnings.
Throughout the month of February, certain of us shared our addresses with the intention of sending written messages to each other – speaking without the benefit of technology. It was lovely to receive things other than bills and spam mail from AARP (how do they know?) and eHarmony. Tiny bouts of creativity and kindness from far – and not so far – away.
The sight of a card or letter, smaller than usual, of an unrecognizable size, speaks volumes: of reading in the doorway without even taking the time to kick off one’s shoes; of a smile appearing unbidden.
There were so many benefits that came from this month-long exchange. Thoughts and greetings that I never thought I would receive; pretty memories to add to the year’s resume…and finally, something all of you should keep in mind: I know where you live.