Elizabeth: Sweet and kind holiday message arrived in time for Christmas! Thank you Dave Olson !! Wishing you a new year full of 100% health and energy boosts.
Got a fantastic gift of art in the mail today. Thanks so very much, my brother from another mother. Dave miss you, wishing you only the best.
Handmade inky-stamped snail mail art with tea pic, correspondence and poetry amidst tropical fish stamps from far off land, with a precious golden panda sticker received today in delight and so appreciated, thank you Dave.
Correspondence received and much appreciated, thanks Dave
O, my favourite travelling poet.
Post offices are a happy places for me. I love to send cards and letters… If you want to get in on the fun, submit deets via the “postal club“ form (no guarantees + discretion assured).
Sending treats to friends and strangers hoping it will transmit a virtual hug, via #Airmail. Today’s batch includes Latvia, Singapore, Olympia, Logan, Mexico and who knows where else… How are you feeling? Do you need a treat? If so, fill out the “postal club” form.
Of course, letters and postcards aren’t the only way to send a delightful dispatch to a distant friend… as another Canadian said “the medium is the message” as such, message depends on the medium. As such, choose the medium for your message to evoke emotion and put the story, no matter how brief, in a pleasing context.
Of course, the most critical part of postcards and letters are: a proper address to send it to, and a friend to write.
Also, I like to think about all the hands which touch the card as it makes the journey from my writing desk to a happy (I expect) recipient who peeks in their post box / letter slot and see something other than a utility bill or an bulk/junk mail from a real estate agent.
I also wonder how the “hand off“ in international mail works from one country to the next. Do the workers peek at the – almost illegible – scribble on my postcards? Do they wonder who wrote the missives and who the recipient is? . Do you think about these logistics & vagaries? Or is it just me? .