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yesterday was national handwriting day

and I missed it! But not really, because I just finished hand writing postcards to every last person in my address book.

I’ve written before about my love of real mail. My weakness for stationary, for anything letterpress, for stamps and funny cards and pens with unusual colors of ink.

I made postcards for Gaining Daylight–my first book-promoting effort.

My friend Susan Reid sent 34 postcards in one day, and now she calls me every time she hears from a relative in Virginia or that friend in Germany who got one and says they’ll look for the book. Susan also spent four hours last Saturday addressing envelopes to small bookstores all over Alaska. Thank you Susan. It makes me happy just picturing  starfish and squid arriving in mailboxes all over the country.

Last night as I pulled into the driveway after work I heard Garrison Keeler signing off the Writer’s Almanac. I count it a good day if it includes that voice, and the words “be well, do good work, and keep in touch.”

I believe in keeping in touch.

Eva Saulitis writes in her blog that “…the raw material of writing comes from bodily contact with the world” and that …meditation, and walking, and observing the world, all of it feeds into the words that appear on the page.

Sometimes I regret that I’m better at nurturing relationships than my own writing life-in mothering and in friendship–bringing food to a friend who just had knee surgery, or making time for a walk or a handwritten letter. But this month, with the book release just a few weeks away, it’s friends who are addressing letters, creating and hanging flyers and making cupcakes for a book celebration in spite of my reluctance, reminding me of the blessings of a balanced life.

When we sent postcards from India on our honeymoon it involved a pot of glue applied with a twig, which you found under a tree outside of the post office.

 

 

 hello,

you are loved and missed and in my thoughts…

we all want to be reminded of that