Thursday, February 26, 2015

Couldn't See the Message for the ABCs



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. 

Write on.







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    1. Wow. :) I hope you're right. I have eight letters ready for tomorrow's post office run. Plus, there are three projects on the drawing board.

      I hope you are well.

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  2. You always have the best envelopes. I have to try harder to make mine more interesting.

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    1. I appreciate your comments but my efforts pale in comparison to what some of y'all create. I pore over them before I force myself to open them, and I hate to spoil them. My brain refuses to attempt true mail art. It's a gift. Some have it but I missed out on that gene. You have a knack, as does Patty, Pamela, and a palm full of other pros.

      Try harder? No-no-no. Everyone has a unique style. Be yourself. Your envelopes are uniquely your own!

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  3. Love that chicken! And yes...poor Henry.....

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    1. Thank you, Pamela. I only wish I'd drawn that chicken. I'm boning up on chicken anatomy though. :) I'm also trying to catch up on reading all the blogs I enjoy, so at the moment there's only time for catching up on my unanswered mail backlog.

      You know, we often treat quotes from famous people as if they're gospel. Some of them are as off the mark as I am when I shoot for the moon. But, yes, poor Henry. Dang! I dated a Henry. Maybe I'm biased? :)

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  4. Nice Work, Limmer!!! I am dreadfully behind here on letter writing....but I am frozen most of the time in our COLD, COLD , farmhouse. I need warmth!!!!!!

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    1. Thank you! I'm behind also but I believe in amnesty for everyone. A new year is a chance to start a clean mail-owed slate.

      Just hold on, okay? The brain hibernates in cold weather. Ask a bear if you doubt. Spring is almost here. :)

      Be well.

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