Letters from home.

The unexamined life is not worth living.
Socrates (469 BC - 399 BC)

Who gets the old fashioned, snail mail, personal letter anymore?

I do.

My mother has always been a great communicator through the written word and it is because of her, combined with growing up in a small rural community that I got my love of the letter in the mail. The address is at the top right and it begins on the left with Dear...or Dearest. Doesn't it seem so quaint these days in a world of uncapitalized distorted and truncated English texts or emails. Nevertheless I simply love when a stamped hand written envelope comes through my mailbox. I usually put it aside till I can sit with a cup of tea and savor the thoughtful lines that someone has taken even more time to compose and take to the Post Office.

I find with emails that people scan them and reply without answering pertinent questions. I know we live in a fast paced world today and I regret we do. At the end of the day I know I am often frustrated by the way I have had to rush through my tasks. I feel nothing gets the attention it deserves.

Reading a letter or writing one helps me slow down. This blog helps too, like writing a journal, it's time for reflection on how I'm feeling about life, what's going on in the world and with the people around me. A moment to take stock of what is important to me and readjust the tiller. If we don't take a breather and plough on without raising our heads our plough drills may not be straight or we may be ploughing our neighbour's field!! Weekends, new years, birthdays and mornings and just before bedtimes, are all good times to reassess our choices and what we want and how we are progressing toward our goals. And if we can cheer someone up with a letter as we do so all the better. What helps you take stock or reflect? I'd love to hear.



The first step to getting the things you want out of life is this: Decide what you want.
Ben Stein