The Pondering Grapefruit
a blog of moments
About a month ago I invested in some nice stationary. And in the past month I have been writing many letters of all sorts, saying thank you's, I'm sorry's, please forgive me's, and I love you's. It felt lovely to pick up an old tradition.
Throughout elementary school, middle school, and high school, my friends and I wrote constant letters to each other-- sticky notes that we'd place under desks and inside lockers; coded notes with secret alphabets that only the two of us knew how to decode; long, winding letters as we prepared to go to college.
I was lucky to be surrounded with so much love growing up. Inside my bathroom closet I keep several boxes filled with these memorabilia from friends and family during my childhood. As I started college I was skeptical that I could ever find so much warmth again.
Of course, I was wrong. Life is a series of lessons. After I graduated and moved back home and reorganize my things, I found that I had received even more letters during college than I did in high school. And from more people. These notes were evidence of the connections I made, that these friends were real and tangible. College did happen, and I was still just as lovable as before.
Today in the mail I received a card from an old friend whose goal is to write one heartfelt letter a week to a friend (She got this from Rule #20 of Richard Carlson's Don't Sweat the Small Stuff and It's All Small Stuff). I immediately wrote her back and also resolved to start writing at least one letter a week.
Handwritten letters, I realize, are so significant because they contain more than just words. They are a symbol of love, because in holding a letter, you can sense that the person who write it to you took time out of their day to pick a card, spend time writing it, lick the envelope to close, place a stamp on it, and walk out of their house to put it in the mail.
A card is evidence of action, an action that, though it involves words, says so much more than those words. Most importantly, cards are an extension of the person sending it. Everything from the handwriting, to the slant of the lines, to the way that the stamp was placed on the envelope, hints at the person's nature. So you get, not just the message, but an artifact, a piece of the person you love.
If that isn't beautiful, I don't know what it is.
About this Blog
I have no idea how to describe what my writing is about. I just write. I post when I can, which can be weekly or monthly depending on where the universe is taking me. As for the Grapefruit, my Vietnamese nickname, Buoi, means grapefruit.