I feel like Frankenstein's monster might have when he heard his creator holler, "It's alive! It's alive!" I can shout, "I'm alive! I'm alive!" since my hibernation seems to be drawing to a close. I feel very much alive again. There's dogwood, cherry, forsythia and all sorts of blooming going on around me. There's sunlight several says in a row. I'm mini spring cleaning and writing letters, collaging and drawing, and eating bowls of bok choy. I crave greens, companionship and communication. I saw a giant yellow butterfly in our backyard! Spring can't be far off for us. Buying all those stamps should have been a clue. I was clueless to this quote as well. I couldn't see the message for the abcs: I have received no more than one or two letters in my life that were worth the postage. --Henry David Thoreau
Poor Henry David. His friends and acquaintances must have been boring. Then again I wonder how many "worthy" letters he wrote. Oh lord, let me not ask the same question of me! I'm stringing- words-into-sentences-into-paragraphs again, and my mind thaws more with each attempt. There's very little to write about though, so I am grateful for all the things you, my pen friends write that require answers. This is just a phase I struggle with every year. I promise. I'm writing as fast as I can.
See? All that crystal ink escapes from its bottle and into my Mac and pens. Don't you just love light?
See? I told you! May all your mail chickens and roosters come home to roost.