I've been hinting at it, now's the time to reveal my grand plan.
I received my very first letter as just a child. My beloved grandmother lived a thousand miles away. She wrote me letters to stay in touch as the long distance phone calls were too expensive. Seeing her handwriting on the letter in the mailbox made my heart skip a beat. I always felt loved knowing that she took the time to write that letter just for me.
When my grandmother passed away my letters to her were found in her cedar chest, where she kept her most valuable possessions. The letters were returned to me. The letters recently returned to that same cedar chest, handed down to me, to now hold my most valuable treasures. The circle of life continuing on.
In my teens I stayed in touch with my best friend and a close aunt in Florida. I can remember the excitement of seeing their handwriting in my mailbox. Oh the joy of reading those letters, written just for me, lovingly written, stamped and mailed. I still have them.
And then there were the love letters in my twenties. I still have these too. My high school sweetheart who kept in touch when I moved away. Knowing that this big-hearted, wonderful guy still took the time to sit down and write me several pages of questions, updates and musings. He didn't know it, but they bouyed me through some difficult times. Maybe he did know, and that's why he kept writing. Those words planted seeds of possibility and changed the trajectory of my life.
And then there are the sweet letters from my brother when he was little and from my niece with doodles and drawings. I kept each and every one. They are precious to me. Sweet, intimate memories of times gone by and little people who are now grown.
My passion for letter writing was recently rekindled by my little 10-year old niece. She and her family spent a few days with us this summer. I promised I would write her if she would write me back. She was disappointed that my first return letter was not in the mailbox the next day. Her mom had to explain that "snail mail" didn't work that way.
So, now the plan.
Each month I will paint a piece of stationary and write a letter. I'll lovingly package it in a very special envelope and maybe include a few other little tidbits. I'll mail it from wherever I am in the world. Every month will be different. I'll write about simple, beautiful things. Musings and positive contemplations mixed with Luca antics, progress in the garden, the places I'm visiting or whatever else is beautiful, simple and lovely in the world. It will evolve too. Not sure exactly how at this point but it will be fun to watch.
I think it is a perfect arrangement. I get the opportunity to share my art and writing and someone else gets to enjoy a small bit of beauty, joy and inspiration. Hard copy form, tangible, touchable. A little bit of "slow" in a crazy fast world.
I've made a list of some family and friends who I know will love to receive it. They will be my maiden voyage, forever subscribers. It has to start somewhere.
I've listed subscriptions in my Etsy shop. If you know someone who might enjoy it, please let them know. Having some paid subscriptions will help off-set the cost of materials and postage. If you'd like to receive the letter but don't really want to spend the money on a subscription, that's okay too. Send me your address via private message over on Facebook and I'll add you to the list.
I know this is going to grow into something big. Maybe even a book or a movie. Okay, maybe just a book. I know magic happens when these kinds of heart dreams are set free.
Magic has already happened in just opening up the box with the letters.
I hope I can add you to the mailing list.
Have a great week.