I’d forgotten that mailing things isn’t simple. I just don’t do it anymore, but this morning I had three items to get ready to post. Email just wasn’t going to work. There was the check to the man from whom I rent the cottage. That was fairly straightforward; I wrote a note and check and popped the envelop into my mailbox; it’s already on its way.
The other two are pamphlets (The Upper Room: Where the World Meets to Pray--November-December 2014) that I send to a cousin and a friend. These will need a trip to the post office because they are larger and heavier than the standard letter. Just getting them ready was time consuming: finding a large envelope, locating the addresses, writing a note. No click of the send button.
I don’t want to get rid of the need to buy pretty stamps; I don’t want to refrain from writing notes to friends who have experienced loss or joy. I hope those will remain part of my standard routine. Maybe I can consider this morning’s preparation and the trip to the Post Office as a spiritual practice? It’s my choice.
The other two are pamphlets (The Upper Room: Where the World Meets to Pray--November-December 2014) that I send to a cousin and a friend. These will need a trip to the post office because they are larger and heavier than the standard letter. Just getting them ready was time consuming: finding a large envelope, locating the addresses, writing a note. No click of the send button.
I don’t want to get rid of the need to buy pretty stamps; I don’t want to refrain from writing notes to friends who have experienced loss or joy. I hope those will remain part of my standard routine. Maybe I can consider this morning’s preparation and the trip to the Post Office as a spiritual practice? It’s my choice.