It has been two weeks since my endeavor to write a letter every day. I'll admit that every day has not happen. What I have found, however, is that an awareness has creeped in. An awareness of relationships, of needing to make time for meaningful connections, and reflecting on people who have made an impact in your life.
I wrote letters at home. I wrote letters at work. I wrote letters with my son. Some were quick. Others slow. I drew and painted or left them plain. Sometimes it came easy. I knew exactly who I wanted to write to. Sometimes it was quite difficult. I was hesitant and couldn't find the words.
What has been consistent, however, is the fulfillment of connecting to another. I have seen and felt the effect of giving words to others. Physically handing them your thoughts, available for them to read and re-read when they need. It is a beautiful thing.