Friday, 11 November 2011
More than kisses, letters mingle souls...
I received a letter in the post yesterday.
In a white envelope, with the most beautiful hand writing ever.
I grinned at the postmark, and tucked it into my bag.
Eventually, after hauling three children and their school bags and some groceries into the house; after dishing up some dinner, I retrieved the letter.
It had a satisfying weight and fullness to it, that envelope.
With a cup of tea, I kicked off my shoes, and settled down to open my letter and read it.
It was a delight. What a wonderful thing is a letter, capable of conveying across immense distance, a warm human hand.
From a friend who knows me well. From a girl I know well. We met nearly ten years ago and became close straight away. She has a very special place in my heart and a wonderful and amazing connection to my eldest daughter. She is one of the gentlest souls I have ever met. Just seeing her name, or a photo of her, and certainly reading a letter from her - her aura and her sense of peace shines through and makes me calm. And she is funny too. Craploads funny, with the language, at times of a navvy, which makes me laugh with comfort.
And she wrote me a letter. It made me cry, because it made me feel close to her. It made me miss her, it made me appreciate her and it made me remember her: really remember. That letter made me feel like she was in my kitchen with me for a little while. Email does not have that ability. It was lovely.
So this evening I am grateful for handwritten letters. Pages of scrawl, of news, of love and hopes.
And now I am off to write one back.
Do you send or receive handwritten letters these days?
Linking up, as I do, with Maxabella