Monday, January 19, 2009

Hand written with love

I love a hand written letter. The kind you not only put thoughts into, but all your senses to make it happen. A letter that can be held in your hands and know that the sender also held it. A letter that sometimes holds smudges of ink or stains from tears to have it expressed.

As a teen I stumbled upon such letters that were written by my parents to each other. I kept going back to that pile that was neatly tied and surprisingly stored in the fruit cellar, and read them over and over. I decided then, that somewhere along the way, I would have a neatly tied pile of my own. Hand written with love expressed. Mainly, a letter filled with words written only for me.

As the years went by, I have written many cards instead of buying them preprinted. I have attached pictures along with the text of what I wanted to say with heartfelt love. And I have written many verses that clearly would be good enough for a Hallmark card. Since life has a way of twisting things around, I would say that there could indeed be a neatly tied stack if they were all compiled.

But it's those memories of a hand tied pile of long ago that seem to stand out in my mind. That time when I first fell in love with a hand written letter.

Saturday, January 3, 2009

BE a breath of fresh air

Sometimes, all it takes is a wave to feel like a breath of fresh air just gripped your being. When the acknowledgment shows its face and it's just enough to settle and exhale.
How great is it that this flower, awash and full of life, stands out amongst the decaying leaves of Winter as if waving. It brings new life while prompting smiles at it's mere existence. It radiances BE the breath of fresh air. How can we not love that? :)