Then, suddenly, the new year arrived, bringing with it this resolve. I wanted to do the things that I valued, the things I seemed to have been forgetting as I worked to set up a new life, once again.
And with that has come the letter-writing.
Nothing major, you understand. I send a page or so of my thoughts, written down. Small missives (or missiles? I thought so for a moment), to someone far away.
For inspiration, I've been turning to a couple of online sources: The Post-A-Letter Social Activity Club (if you're lucky enough to live in Toronto or Montreal, this looks fantastic) and Send More Mail.
Even my fiction has been epistolary this week. I found The Guernsey Literary & Potato Peel Pie Society in the sale section of my favourite bookshop, and read it through this weekend (another new ritual is Sunday mornings that are all my own).
It was the perfect book for today, for this week. I am so glad I thought to slip it into the pile with the magazines I had gone to purchase.
