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.