It’s Thursday! It’s time to share some doors!
This teeny door can open and then deliver such happiness! Ever since I was little, there is little that entertains me beyond reason more than getting mail: cards from grandparents, the JCPenney Christmas Catalog, and so many pen pal letters.
The number of pieces of mail dwindled as I aged, but the age of electronics is threatening its entire existence. It’s a tragedy, a near nightmare. Luckily, there are still some who share my passion for the handwritten word, for envelopes filled with thoughts on paper that take days to arrive (oh, the anticipation!), and the intimate connection that type of correspondence can create. I mean, what would Beaches be without those letters between 11-year-old CC and Hilary, that continued into their adults lives, through decades? (It would be a horrible 2017 Lifetime TV remake using email and texting to keep in touch, that’s what… *shudder*)
I get invited to wee ones’ birthday parties and to participate in wee ones’ fundraisers and other things for school and what not. I get invited to apply for writing fellowships and retreats. It brings me monthly, bimonthly, and quarterly magazines (yes, PAPER ones) filled with all kinds of interesting and entertaining information. I tour the world through Postcrossing — I receive postcards from places I simply won’t get to (Belarus, I’m looking at you), and I’m grateful for the chance to see those places and to connect with people I don’t even know more than half way around the world! And I laugh, smile, cry, and engage people that I know who send cards and letters, just because.
This teeny door is one of my all-time favorite doors, dare I say it, a Door to Joy.
And there’s always room for more… (hint hint.. just ask if you want to exchange some snail mail…)