Cards call out to me with memories and functions . A greetings card sent in celebration or a quick note of condolence . At times an action , of saving energy , shielding an excuse not to write much without rudeness .
A plain card used for revision or ideas put in pockets like a compact book . Taken everywhere on leading days towards a final exam or the layout of a project . Recording ideas on the hoof .
The best are postcards of adventures taken from over the world . The ones sent to me of long ago by people I worked with , a few sweet words or humorous banter . The ones I regret letting go of too generously . Memories and learnings from around a realm of cultures , from people and connections met . Works of art photographed on cards , places visited when I had no camera . Placed in a box for learning , visual stimulation , placed together in frames providing pictures . Making magnolia walls alive and filling a home with art or simply joyous memories or words of inspiration .
I have some with affirmations and encouragement . A card given and treasured , silently sealed with gratitude for the uplift and reassurances bestowed. Cards hold a power to transform moments of struggle and seal zeal to continue . Symbols and words that heal and comfort when stumbling . Aiding rising and proceeding the path .
Should we send them a card this year? After all we haven't seen or spoken to them for over twenty years. We always get theirs at the last minute, probably they weren't going to send us one but then they received ours. Stamps are really expensive these days. Maybe I will just send a text message but its not the same is it? Oh pass me the address book, I’ll write them one of these nice ones with the fluffy robin on and I’ll add a little note with our news.
I used to take pride in how many cards I received at Christmas - mistaking their quantity for an indication of connectedness.
There are fewer now, but each one links me to a valued relationship and a person who matters to me.
I've learnt that quality matters much more than quantity in this, as in so many other aspects of life.
I'm grateful too, that none of these cards includes a litany of achievements or photos of perfect homes and families, which used to make me feel inadequate at best.
Now the cards remind me that I am loved and valued too, and that these people choose to know me just as I have welcomed them.
Prompt vent
Cards
Cards call out to me with memories and functions . A greetings card sent in celebration or a quick note of condolence . At times an action , of saving energy , shielding an excuse not to write much without rudeness .
A plain card used for revision or ideas put in pockets like a compact book . Taken everywhere on leading days towards a final exam or the layout of a project . Recording ideas on the hoof .
The best are postcards of adventures taken from over the world . The ones sent to me of long ago by people I worked with , a few sweet words or humorous banter . The ones I regret letting go of too generously . Memories and learnings from around a realm of cultures , from people and connections met . Works of art photographed on cards , places visited when I had no camera . Placed in a box for learning , visual stimulation , placed together in frames providing pictures . Making magnolia walls alive and filling a home with art or simply joyous memories or words of inspiration .
I have some with affirmations and encouragement . A card given and treasured , silently sealed with gratitude for the uplift and reassurances bestowed. Cards hold a power to transform moments of struggle and seal zeal to continue . Symbols and words that heal and comfort when stumbling . Aiding rising and proceeding the path .
PromptVest Day 15. CARD
Me to my husband
Should we send them a card this year? After all we haven't seen or spoken to them for over twenty years. We always get theirs at the last minute, probably they weren't going to send us one but then they received ours. Stamps are really expensive these days. Maybe I will just send a text message but its not the same is it? Oh pass me the address book, I’ll write them one of these nice ones with the fluffy robin on and I’ll add a little note with our news.
#promptvent #day15 CARDS
I used to take pride in how many cards I received at Christmas - mistaking their quantity for an indication of connectedness.
There are fewer now, but each one links me to a valued relationship and a person who matters to me.
I've learnt that quality matters much more than quantity in this, as in so many other aspects of life.
I'm grateful too, that none of these cards includes a litany of achievements or photos of perfect homes and families, which used to make me feel inadequate at best.
Now the cards remind me that I am loved and valued too, and that these people choose to know me just as I have welcomed them.