I recently felt the urge to re-organise the dreaded hallway cupboard and this would involve me having to decide on the ultimate question: To keep or not to keep. And then the fun part of purchasing boxes. Yes I L.O.V.E boxes. I love a box, in a box, in a cupboard. I do like the boxes to be grouped together with a similar concept and at present they are not. So an overnight job has turned into a weeks job. I am at a point of struggle between purchasing new boxes and keeping the old. Want vs Necessity. Boxes vs Holiday savings, House savings, Event savings....do I really need more boxes to soothe a compulsive need of unity and quirk? Yes! But will I? Let me finish fishing through the keep and the not to keep and then we will see.
Last night I started to sift through a box compiled of birthday cards, Christmas cards and letters. Oh my! Since I was little my mother has insisted that I keep cards. Why? Perhaps for memories, keeps sakes, treasures, hoarding, ideas, emergency fireplace paper, who knows. But, as mother knows best, I have! But really what do I need these for? Without telling my mum *sorry mum if you are reading this I started to sift through the cards and the cards I decided to keep, the remainers (yes new word) were 16ths, 18ths, 21st cards, cards with sentimental words written by the card giver and cards from the parents, brother and husband. Surprisingly this resulted in half getting recycled (or kept for scrap booking needs).
As for the letters, I kept them all. I even organised them by sender, friends or family. Ahh the contented feeling when precious items become organised. And yes they all went into a box afterwards.
Looking at these handwritten letters with their uniquely designed stationary paper, handmade borders and treasured words it a gotta me a thinkin'....
Gone are the days of pen to paper, a squirt of perfume, a flick and a lick.Why has the art of letter writing died?
Simple. It is to slow. Email has spell check, fancy fonts for those like me who write small and non-cursive and you can edit with a backspace without having to start again because seriously who wants
scribled scribbled out words or liquid paper all over that pretty stationary. And that's my view. The truth is I enjoy receiving letters, I get excited over mail in my letterbox. I love any kind of mail, especially the kind I haven't opened yet that is just peeking ever so cheekily out of my letter box with my name on the front just waiting to be opened. The wonderment and anticipation of what may just be inside that window peeking letter? Will it be a letter from a friend, a long lost friend, a secret admirer or a cheque for lost super? But the best kind of letter is the one from a friend who has sat down and written a page of words just for me. That they have taken a moment in their life to think that I am special enough that they want to spend a minute with me. A minute of me reading and 30minutes of them writing.
I have letters dating back to high school years, uni years and even the marriage years. I have kept them all, that is the ones that got sent by snail mail not the super speedy cheetah style of email.
But I do love letters. Email or post. I don't mind. In fact the moment someone decides to send me a letter of any kind - the how are you kind, the thinking of you kind, the update kind, the venting kind, the sorry kind or the kind that you don't ever want to receive but after much self discovery you are glad you received kind - they all matter. Because someone somewhere out there needs to talk and that is an important need on so many levels.
Today, I still have friends who will spontaneously write to me. I receive the snail mail kind, friends who will write the cheetah kind and I have two amazingly beautiful friends who I am fortunate to have write to me on a daily or at least weekly kind. A shout out to two girls who make opening my inbox This Rocks my World kind of day. Kiera and Eva.
**I have never been the phone kind of friend. I try. And my mother can get a good 30mins out of me but the kind of talk I love is a good old fashion face to face or a pen to paper, fingers to keys kind. I like to read the emotion in words or see the expression on the face. My interpretation of tone over the phone has never been successful and the fear of a moments pause is too overwhelming (at least you can sip a cup of coffee when the moment gets a little quiet).