I got this crazy idea. Writing
letters to friends and family.
Consider it an Instagram
reaction. See, I don’t have a smartphone (do they still call it that?), and
heretofore I’ve not had an answer to those who say I’m failing to reach out, to
connect with people. I mean, presumably, that’s what you do on social media,
say on platforms like Instagram.
So, here’s my response. To write
letters on paper, put those ideas, observations, memories into an envelope.
Affix address, postage stamp and drop all in mailbox.
Wait a few weeks and a reply
will come. Then, repeat.
I’ve been slow to get into the
rhythm. But I’ve got the goods. I recently bought some attractive letter paper
and even more important, while on a trip to Italy, came upon and purchased a
pen based on an invention by Leonardo da Vinci in which the point is designed
to be eternal – it resembles a pencil stroke but like ink it cannot be erased.
The best part, though, is the point – unless damaged – never stops working as a
writing utensil.
I don’t have paper for infinity,
but a writing utensil, check. If not for eternity, I’d say for the next thirty
years. Then I’ll hand down my pen to someone who wants to follow me in this
practice …
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