It’s been a rather fraught fall, folks! The boundaries that once demarcated “work” and “free time” for me have been completely obliterated, and as a result, I’ve fallen woefully behind in the activities that I enjoy the most – including blogging, writing letters, and appreciating autumn leaves. (Seriously! A recent tempest blew them all away before I even had the opportunity to experience at least one of my annual leaf photography marathons.)
Now that the bleak post-Daylight Savings days are upon us, I have found myself even more listless and melancholy. Here’s hoping that a restorative dose of letter-crafting might help me feel more like myself again!
In my traditional fashion of repurposing wrapping paper for snail mail purposes, I found myself unable to resist this Audubon paper collection in the gift shop of the historic house where I work.
In a whimsically sad twist of fate, I’ve been so busy with art history that I didn’t get a chance to buy the new Andrew Wyeth stamps until last week. Their grey tones and ghostly landscapes encapsulate my current mood. (Those spectral, gossamer curtains overlaid on the landscape…)
Until now, I never fully appreciated how much I rely on my letters for social interaction. In my hermit-like way, I find that in-person activities often give me incredible anxiety – and for the past three years, I’ve used letters as a way to build friendships and carry on conversations from the comfort of my craft table.
Earlier this fall, I went almost two months without writing a single letter: and I am confident that has reinforced my melancholia. I miss talking to you, pen pals! Every week, I lecture on about how a certain beloved nineteenth-century poet deeply valued writing letters, because correspondence allowed her to continue taking part in a community even after she had withdrawn from society – perhaps it’s time I follow her example a little more closely.
(Though I am now engaged to marry someone I met through said correspondence, so I won’t be following her example completely!)
While I cannot, alas, send gingerbread and coconut cake to my pen pals like the afore-mentioned poet might, I will do my best to keep letter-writing in my life!