Connection Builds Trust; Trust Leads to Love; Love Conquers Hate

I have been thinking a lot about the state of the world these days.  And I’ve been feeling a need to write.  And I wondered if any of this had anything to do with snail mail and whether it would “fit” here on this blog that I’ve not come back to for so long.

And then I realized that it all fits, because writing letters and sending them across the land to another builds connections between two beings.  And connection is exactly what we need right now.

So much about our culture is designed to push us apart, put us in separate boxes, highlight differences and make the unfamiliar or strange or different into an enemy to be destroyed.

So today I wanted to stand up for connection and share loudly and clearly that I reject white supremacy, racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, islamophobia, xenophobia, and any other fear-based mindset that serves only to drive us apart, justify oppression and perpetuate rampant exploitation  of our earth’s natural resources.  This way of living is so far from roots–where all of our peoples, irrespective of origin, once lived fully connected to the earth, her cycles and rhythms–that we have forgotten who we are.

We are meant to connect, to build deep trust and reliance on our communities. And we are meant to contribute our love, our energy, and our gifts in ways that better the world.

In honor of my realization that this blog, and my thoughts, are about more than snail mail, but still very much about the values related to why I love to create and send cards and letters, I’ve changed the tag line of this blog from:

Save Snail Mail: Preserving Handwritten Traditions in a Modern World

to:

Save Snail Mail and Other Things That Make Life Worth Living.

We need to save it all–all that keeps us human and whole and connected and loving one another.  I’m going to go write some letters as part of that.  I hope you do, too.

The New Year

It has been a dark year, personally for certain, but also culturally, politically, and environmentally. I lost my father unexpectedly. People have been put in charge who care only about their power as they exploit the earth and the diverse people who inhabit it. We lost so many visionaries: storytellers who saw magic in the world, sexy gender-boundary expanders, frank discussants of personal experiences with mental illness, composers of heart-expanding music. We lost black lives that mattered, queer lives that mattered, and poor lives that mattered because there are many in power who do not yet see the beauty and value in each of us.

Most of us are afraid of the dark. But the dark–of the night, of the future–though filled with dangers real and imagined, is also the darkness of possibility. The darkness of soil or womb in which a seed planted, grows, moving towards the light. A seed sprouting first, always, in the dark, the light being an inhospitable place for potential to begin the transformation into actual.

So as I sit in the dark tomorrow, saying goodbye to a year that was and hello to what will be, I will be that seed of possibility: bursting forth into the new year, reaching for the light.

Join me?

Life Goes On

Wow.  Time flies, doesn’t it?  It’s been a while since I’ve posted, but I still think a lot about “snail mail” and how to save it.

I moved in May to a new home, and that came with lots of unpacking and home projects and new visitors (because we now have a guest bedroom!) and these things filled the space I may have previously filled with letter writing and mail art.

But my creative space (a reclaimed formerly windowless basement room) is nearly remodeled and soon I’ll have a dedicated space to return to the handwritten pleasures of life.  I’m hoping that means more fodder for this blog, too!

I’m writing now, because I read today this piece from Brain Pickings about Rebecca Solnit’s new book The Encyclopedia of Trouble and Spaciousness in which she talks about how modern of tweets and texts are affecting our communication and also our expression of ourselves.

Here is a quote BrainPickings shared from her book.

As I ran my fingers over the lined paper, words subtly debossed by the pressure of my grandmother’s ballpoint pen, I wondered about the continuity of personal identity across this shift — my letter-writing self seemed to have entirely different things to say, and to say them entirely differently, than my email-writing self, and yet the two selves belong to the same person. Each appears to be a dormant potentiality, beckoned forth by the respective medium of expression — something that makes it hard not to notice, and hard not to worry about, how such shifts in medium might shape what parts of ourselves we manifest, which in turn add up to the sum total of our personal identity.

I’m going to go buy it now so I can read more!

International Day of Happiness

Happy International Day of Happiness!!

Today, March 20th, people all over the globe are trying to increase happiness in the one way that works best, connecting with others.

Organizers of the event are encouraging us to connect with people by saying   Say “Hi” to strangers, call an old friend, share with others something that makes you smile, go outside and talk to a neighbor, volunteer in your community.  And then let this good feeling flow through you–brought on by connection!

So, today, follow E.M. Forster’s advice and “Only connect…”  and if that connection is via snail mail, then all the better!

 

Happy Birthday Dr. Seuss!

Dr. Seuss would have been 111 yesterday.  By total coincidence, my creative wife sculpted a Cat in the Hat around our mailbox after our recent big snow. My mailbox usually makes me happy, but it was almost magical for a few days!

 

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Snail Mail…It Matters!

One of the joys of this blog is that occasionally people find it and send me letters saying they enjoy reading SSM and share a love of all things snail mail.

I love this. But the message is especially sweet when it comes with handmade snail mail cards!!!

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Addie from Colorado sent these to me.  I love her adorable, letter-focused snails.

Thanks, Addie! A real reply is headed your way via the USPS.

Christmas Delivery

I got the best wrapped present this year!

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And what was inside was even better! Hope you had a wonderful holiday and that 2015 brings full mail boxes!!

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