“I like opening a letter and thinking myself loved.” – Virginia Woolf
Completely awesome. I just checked our p.o. box up the street here and there was an honest-to-god letter from Sarah Edmunds, a close friend from middle school. We reconnected on Facebook and she was willing to correspond off the internet.
I sent a postcard last week. She photocopied a program from a voice recital we were both part of in the eighth grade, led by Mrs. Forbes at NCS. She wrote a quick note on it; what a huge difference receiving something real and unexpected. So….I stopped by the Paper Patch again because stodgy stationary didn’t seem right to write Sarah back (I have that to write to my mother, who likes it).
So I got a box of something fun. How expressive to write a note, in blue-black ink, to my friend. So different from email. Email: I thought of you. Letter: I love you. Enough to take an hour and write you, only you, a letter.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
wow--mrs. forbes. she's probably solely responsible for my becoming a musician. great to hear that name again, an so great to re-connect with you. now i'll have to dust off that stationary :-)
ReplyDeleteMrs. Forbes: she scared the heck out of me but WOW did we all walk out of there knowing stuff about music. Rock the house tonight, Carol!
ReplyDelete