The Romance of the Written Letter


I have always been drawn to the poetic feel of post offices, stamps and good old snail mail.

The ritual of sitting at a desk, or even your dining table, with your tools – a favourite pen, paper, an envelope and some stamps, is one akin to meditation. Pouring out conversations, perhaps with a cup of coffee or tea to bring it all together.

In a fast paced world where everything seems to be at our finger tips, a world where technology has crashed down on us like a tsunami. This is one of the reasons I have started this blog. I know, it’s all on the internet and it’s dripping with technology, but it does have some perks. I could contact people who still feel the same about the written letter and from there, we can create a small community of ‘letter writers and postcard senders’. How divine would that be.

A few days ago I asked my husband to go to the post office and get some stamps for me and to ask how much it costs to send a regular postcard to various places. As he spoke to one of the post office workers, my husband said he glimpsed a ‘cute old lady’ (as he put it) smiling at the thought that some people were still sending postcards.

The charm of receiving a trinket, a little gift, a few stamps or a drawing/sketch tucked in between the folds of paper – oh the joy! A mere object to the world, but to the receiver – a treasure to be cherished.

I may be entirely mad and this could be a complete lost cause. I may never receive a single response but, after all, it is better to have tried than not to have tried at all.

I have not figured out how I am going to go about this exactly, but I’m hoping to start with 5 willing people – all nationalities, all ages, anywhere on the planet – and see how it goes from there.

I am located in the United Arab Emirates.




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“This is a record of your time. This is your movie. Live out your dreams and fantasies. Whisper questions to the Sphinx at night.Sit for hours at sidewalk cafes and drink with your heroes. Make a pilgrimage to Mougins or Abiquiu. Look up and down.Believe in the unknown for it is there. Live in many places. Live with flowers and music and books and paintings and sculpture. Keep a record of your time. Learn to write well. Learn to read well. Learn to listen and talk well. Know your country, know the world, know your history know yourself.
Take care of yourself physically and mentally. You owe it to yourself. Be good to those around you and do all of these things with passion. Give all that you can. Remember, life is short and death is long.”

– Fritz Scholder