I am a BIG fan of the handwritten note and still have many analogue tendencies that are revealing themselves in 2015 as being quite strange. For example, I still keep a Filofax calendar to set all my appointments. If I don't write it down with pen and ink, I cannot remember a thing. I also write out grocery lists and to do lists on index cards....a habit my grandfather used to do and I simply adopted it when I was a child. As much as I'm a Facebook and Instagram junky, I also toggle the analogue world with reverence and glee.
In the technological age of digital and social media, however, the art of the handwritten note is a craft fast becoming obsolete. And yet, it is still one of the most welcoming and powerful modes of communication. When receiving a handwritten note, we have a tendency to pay attention. There is thought and feeling and intention behind the delivery and it's quite sweet, and nowadays, rare, which makes the reception that much more enticing.
Perhaps because it is so personal and heartfelt to write a note and the process also requires patience, time and materials. Materials like pen or pencil and paper or card. There is an effort that is embedded so beautifully and organically in this plan of sharing thoughts and experiences, gratitude and thankfulness.
It is different than the immediacy of writing a text or email. When writing and sending and then receiving a hand written note or letter, there is the quality of time and attention to details that are considered. It takes TIME to choose the card, reflect on the words, write the note, seal and address the envelope, place the stamp, and mail the package. On the receiving end, there is also the time it takes for the post to be delivered.
It is an exchange and a form of communication that is timeless and exquisite and I invite you to practice your skill set and see how it feels to send some notes out into the world. Choose one person each week and send a "thinking of you" note to them and see what happens.
As I was writing this post, I was curious about the history of the handwritten note and this is what I discovered : Click here to read about it.
And then I also was reminded of a postcard that came to me hand written from Costa Rica a couple of years ago. It was never signed and so I have no idea who sent it to me. But it serves as a reminder to me of the importance of sending postcards, notes and cards to friends, lovers, family and strangers, too. It is also a reminder of the sweetness of messages that come through in unexpected ways.
Write with your hand and your heart and send it out to someone today. It may be the most profound message that someone receives.
Your Future Self is Calling You
Every person you meet in the course of your lifetime has an impact on you. There are those people, that when you meet, you have no idea that your life will be changed in some way forever. There are those people that come and go quickly never to be seen again. There are those people that you meet and think you will not see again and they become the most important people in your life. There are those people that are in your circle of love forever and move in and out of your daily life like the tides of the ocean. There are those people that you feel will be with you always and they disappear unexpectedly or circumstantially. There are those people.. .you fill in the blank. People are important. Honor the people in your life. All of them.
People people people are what make the heart heal and break and grow and love and learn. It is people who influence and experiences and shape your path in ways that are both subtle and profound. It is in the meeting and the sharing that is the present moment. Savor it and appreciate it. Love it and adore it. Breathe in each person as if they have a new part of your life to unfold for you.
It is in paying attention to the connections and opening to curiosity as that of a child that the magic and power of Presence and People will be revealed. Over time, the connections and reflections give pause to understanding and inspire the respect for each encounter.
I am reminded of T.S Eliot's Four Quartets:
You say I am repeating
Something I have said before. I shall say it again.
Shall I say it again? In order to arrive there,
To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not,
You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstacy.
In order to arrive at what you do not know
You must go by a way which is the way of ignorance.
In order to possess what you do not possess
You must go by the way of dispossession.
In order to arrive at what you are not
You must go through the way in which you are not.
And what you do not know is the only thing you know
And what you own is what you do not own
And where you are is where you are not.
In contemplation and gratitude, here is another poem for the sharing offered to me recently by my college professor, Michael Glaser, who has had SUCH an overwhelmingly and unexpected influence in my life it is beyond explicable and I am forever indebted to his generosity and graciousness in how he shares his passion for the human condition of love and loss and extraordinary living.
No, no there is no going back.
Less and less you are
that possibility you were.
More and more you have become
those lives and deaths
that have belonged to you.
You have become a sort of grave
containing much that was
and is no more in time, beloved
then, now, and always.
And so you have become a sort of tree
standing over a grave.
Now more than ever you can be
generous toward each day
that comes, young, to disappear
forever, and yet remain
unaging in the mind.
Every day you have less reason
not to give yourself away.
-- Wendell Berry --
On a flight to Seattle, I was reflecting on the last three months since January 1st arrived and what had shifted for me in my heart and mind to build my dream and I wrote this poem.
Build your dream
On rock and with cream
Step by step you will be seen
And in a lickety split
The vision and mission come together with wit
Things are flowing
With effortless effort
When you build your dream
On rock and with cream...
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If you but knew
How all my days seemed filled with dreams of you.
How sometimes in the silent night
Your eyes thrill through me with their tender light,
How oft I hear your voice when others speak,
How you 'mid other forms I seek -
Oh, love more real than though such dreams were true
If you but knew.
- Unknown Author
Magic garden bloomed
Full on flowers and foliage
Sunlight, starlight, moonlight mists
Beauties and baubles
Wizards and whisks
Tricksters and treats
Fire and truth
Thumps and beats
Colors bold and bound less
Notes of strings and strums
A wedding, a love affair and healings beyond dreams
The heart skips a beat
As one by one, they leave
Onward and out
A tear falls
What is that about?
And another too
Ah, it seems a reminder again :
Time to plant more magic seeds
To grow and know
That love is real to feel.
Awake to the grey cloudless sky
I’m back in NYC
Like a dream, I have a memory
Of blue skies and fluffy clouds
Birds flying around the fishing boats on the city pier
Sunrise is the backdrop of the welcoming palm trees
Pink and orange, blue and white fill the landscape of wonder
The sweetness of the air full
My heart aches to return to the sea
The beautiful sea
Where the dolphin play
And the seashells lay
I awake to the concrete gray
of the city.
All sharing the same thing :
Feeling the feeling of feeling.
Time past and time future point to time present.
Drip drip drip
The sound of the faucet
Like a heartbeat
Thump thump thump
In the chest
The magical mystical Heart.
Church bells chiming
Splush another fish
Splish another fish
Soft whisper of the grass
Fish fish fish
Big breath of peace
Holy jumping fish in jubilation
Wishing safe journeys
Returning again and again
To the calm abiding of the island.
Breathing in the prayer of gratitude.
Every breath like drops of water on a dry leaf nourishing and cleansing,
supporting and purifying,
satisfying and gratifying.
Breathing in the prayer of gratitude.
Essential heart evolution of humility and grace.
Beyond measure. Boundless. Endless. Timeless.
I always feel love
when I feel you
heart inhales and exhales
with pure expansion
and she sings
when she hears your call
mermaid to unicorn
the vibrations of love
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