I thought today, driving home,
sigh….the art of letters.
I don’t know how many of you can comprehend what I mean, and I certainly do not mean that from either an intellectual, emotional or spiritual capacity, I mean…….well, let’s see how it unfolds.
the edges of my sweater, a black one of course, bought by my daughter for me, clearance Calvin, stretching across the mid-span of my palm, or in reverse, the outerside of the top of my hands, not quite at my knuckles.
I think, of fires, whether mine or others, and the timelessness of time before the advent of copiers and fax machines and cell phones you could carry without rupturing your back and the internet, remember the blue screen of seemingly nothingness?
And then bam: the virtual world and no way to turn back.
So it made me think,
You took some paper,
maybe loose leaf,
maybe left over paper and you began
the bravest of us,
started on that creamy
stationary that was stashed in a drawer for the most important of occassions.
we looked around,
we walked away,
we came back,
and crossed out,
then tried to not make it look like a cross out,
and oh please,
don’t get me started on “white out”,
they actually changed the brush for a sponge foam type thing
that does not work,
and we wrote.
We often started again,
the first letter to the left or right of us,
and began again,
realizing we had more cross outs
than readable spaces,
and this would repeat itself,
over several moments,
hours or days…
but we thought,
we reflected and man
we waited before sealing the envelope and sticking on that stamp
that was not ever escalating
and walking somewhere
to find the blue metal beautiful box
on the corner
calling our name.
Some of us even circled it several times and then walked away,
pocketing the letter,
maybe some other day.
But we did not hit send,
we didn’t have the ability to have our impulse cross out our heart.
I’m missing letter writing my friends.
I want to use that blue box on the corner,
I want my time to dream between the spaces.
Abundant blessings to you. I send my heart out within an envelope and am happy to wait for a return!