Mail: A Dying Art

You walk to the mailbox. You peer inside. You remove the contents. You look through the few envelopes that were delivered. Advertisements, bills, credit card offers..... You walk back into the house flinging the pile on the table to deal with later.

* disappointed sigh*
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You determine that today is the day. You know you must sit and complete this task. You WANT to do it. You know it's important, that it matters. You set out all of the items needed to complete the one task you WANT to do today.

Hours later you drop into bed. The task items for the one thing that you desired to do today remain where you left them... untouched.... only to remain in that place for days to come. You feel badly as you recognize it's importance, the encouragement it would bring, the smile it would create... and yet, it remains undone.

*frustrated sigh*
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I have found myself in both of these situations. I fear we have a phenomenon beginning to occur in our era. We are watching an art form slowly fade away.

Computers, phones, e-mails, facebook, twitter, blogs... all have come to take it's place. Most certainly these things have at least taken some of the time away from this art form.

For me, the time to complete this form of art seemed to come so much easier in the past. Now it seems there is always something more to be done first, even though this is what I often want to do most.

I have determined I will not let this form of art die. I resolve to make it a part of my life once again. I will blow the dust off of my items used to create this art form.

I know how encouraging it can be. I know the smile it can bring to someone' s face. If it does for others what it does for me, nothing replaces it. Not a phone call, not an e-mail, not even responding to a facebook/twitter status, or commenting on a blog.

For me there is something very uniquely special about it that I can only imagine resonates through the hearts of many others that are also experiencing the quietness of it's disappearance.

A Dying Art

Mail: a card, a note, a word of encouragement...

* thoughtfully selected
* beautifully written
* purposefully addressed
* dutifully stamped
* lovingly mailed

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You walk to the mailbox. You open it and peer inside. The contents are removed. You look through the few envelopes that were delivered. Advertisements, bills, credit card offers, an envelope-handwritten- addressed to you!!

You walk back into the house ripping open that envelope as you are walking. You fling the rest of the pile on the table to deal with later.

You absorb the contents of the handwritten card repeatedly before closing it. You place it in a prominent place to be reminded over and over....

Someone cares. Someone thought of me.......

* pleasant sigh*



This is the scenario I am determining to place back into the lives of others. It may be a dying art, but I won't be the one to let it die.