Magic Mail 03
the magic of having your own P.O.Box
I’ve been going through all of the mail I’ve received in the past few years and this one REALLY stuck out. It was mailed a few days after my Mom died. The person who wrote it (Brittany!) had no idea my Mom died and had hoped I had a wonderful Thanksgiving.
(I didn’t)
When my Dad found my Mom dying in the kitchen, she was making pumpkin pie so to see it on an envelope in my P.O. Box so soon was jarring.
When it arrived, I was in major shock over my Mom’s death. I am not sure I opened it right away. The weird thing is that my Mom had just come back from Hawaii before she got sick. Check out all of those ALOHA stamps on the front.
Brittany didn’t know.
So here I am, five years later going through old mail with a new perspective. Brittany thanked me for “being a bright light of sunshine in so many people’s days- including hers!”
Thank you for the sweet words, Brittany. I appreciate the magic you sent through the mail and your envelope decor skills are SUPREME. I just must say- WHAT WEIRD TIMING that all was!
Want to send mail? Here’s my address:
I embarked on a journaling discipline for 2022 after one of my adult children asked me to write handwritten letters to them. She said, "Mom we miss your handwriting." So I decided to write family stories and events (some dark things too) in longhand, one at a time for 365 days. I used a series of leather journals with handmade paper. I wrote a little thing and responded with a small poem for each. some day the girls will share these with one another and know me better than they ever did. IN MY HANDWRITING!
I have just subscribed having seen the link on Substack recommended reads.