Today I run into a beautiful love poem by Rumi and sent it over by email to my husband. Then I suddenly thought the time is passing without me writing anymore love poems or letters by hand!!
Writing letters has been a constant in my early life, enabling me to keep all different kinds of relationships with sister, friends, aunts, even to my parents until last year, although they keep checking the email. Wherever I was I used to send (and receive of course) letters to everybody. One interesting story is that I still carry on (now thru email) my “pen-pal communication” with a friend since 1986 which started as intercultural exchange supported by an English teacher. Isnt it cool? And I know somewhere at my parents house there is a metal box with all her letters. And not only from her!
Writing letters had helped me so much to grow things inside, because they were all contents coming straight from the heart. Usually my letters used to travel to:Italy- Croatia –Germany –New York –California –Colombia –Hong Kong.
Why were hand written letters so appealing? Are they resisting the new technology?
Today I notice still find some time to write a short letter all the times I send a parcel over, taking advantage of the fact that it is traveling with something else. Yes, maybe we are too busy in these modern cities to put some sentences on a sheet of paper and then go to the post office …