This week I got three letters in the mail. Yes, three actual hand written letters from friends sent via snail mail. One of the letters actually contained 3 photos and a newspaper clipping. It was so charming to receive hard copies and have letters written in their signature style. I love seeing people’s handwriting, I think you can decipher a lot from it.
Years ago this wouldn’t have been unusual in the least, I used to send and receive letters with great regularity. But now, with the internet, email, Facebook, discussion boards, blogs and websites, I do it in a different manner. To me, it is still the written word though. And I love the written word. I love reading and writing words, no matter the format. There is such permanence in getting the words down. Such finality of the statement of what was being felt at that time.
I have a box of saved love letters sent to me by former beaux; letters of undying love, passion and longing, all there in black and white. I remember receiving the letters in the mail and reading them with heart pounding. Proof! Evidence! For time immemorial!
Sometimes the written word can be too overwhelming for me. I once ceremoniously burned a whole cache of an ex-lover’s letters when he devastatingly betrayed me. It felt really satisfying and vindictive, at the time, to see the letters go up in flame in my fireplace. But now, in hindsight, I really wish I had saved those letters too. My passion takes many forms.
I will always have a love affair with words. Such strength, might and meaning in those silly formations of the alphabet. I am glad for everyone who writes, be it professional writer or avid texter. Getting the words out there takes thought, even if it’s an unintelligible one. It speaks volumes, and I like it.