Stop , oh yes , wait a minute Mister Postman
Wait , wait Mister Postman
Please Mister Postman look and see
If there's a letter in your bag for me ……
Can you remember this classic song by The Carpenters ? This song has been ringing in my ears for the last 2 weeks , ever since I stumbled upon a post by a fellow blogger about a writing workshop that she attended recently . This workshop involved letter writing … guess what … wait for it … *drum roll* … HAND~WRITTEN LETTERS ! This workshop experience has led to her extending an invitation to any writer/blogger who is willing to correspond with her , to exchange hand-written letters .
Now I cannot begin to describe how excited I felt at the prospect of writing a letter by hand … especially since I haven't done so for years … I can remember , quite vividly , as a teenager (and we're going back m-a-n-y years …) , how it felt to run to the postman , eager to see if he would deliver a letter with a foreign stamp in the top right-hand corner . Those bloggers/writers out there who have had the privilege of being part of the "hand-written-letter-writing-era " , you will identify with this … (and yes , the word privilege applies here . Why ? It will not happen in this lifetime or the next … it belongs to another lifetime that has since passed …)
There is a certain charm and quaintness associated with the physical act of writing a letter . It is a very personal act which involves much more than simply putting pen to paper . You have to be prepared to open up and bare your inner self … expose yourself to a certain degree …
I have posted my first letter and let me tell you … what a feeling ! I cannot describe it because it is a mixture of emotions ranging from excitement , apprehension , reticence , oh yes … and the de-ja vu was real … been there done that, but in another lifetime … and I will be watching the postbox , eagerly awaiting that letter with the foreign stamp in the top right-hand corner !
Are there any readers who want to share their thoughts/ideas on the subject ?