
It’s been a real joy to continue writing cards and letters here in Spain. The whole process, start to finish: composing in my notebook; transcribing onto stationery; stamping the date and address; carrying the full, ripe envelopes to the post office.
Truly, if you want to fill yourself with love for an afternoon, my advice is to write a letter. To a parent, a grandparent, a lover, a friend going through a rough time, a friend you thought of the other day when you watered your plants or saw a beautiful skyline or when something made you laugh.

Occasionally, when the mood strikes, I make little sketches to accompany the words. This is one of the reasons I love writing on paper, as opposed to computers: anytime you feel like it, you can just bust out with a hand-drawn diagram of a fish riding a bicycle. I still smile to think about a sketch I drew to accompany a description of my refrigerator shelf: a standoff between the vegan and vegetarian factions. (Beets, carrots on the one side; eggs and a carton of yogurt on the other — or something like that.)

And this weekend, writing an 8-pager to a certain inspirational someone in Michigan, who should emerge to give their blessings but two of my favorite artists: India Arie and Stevie Wonder. Flanking my quotation of the lyrics to “Wonderful,” Arie’s exquisite song of gratitude to one of her musical heros.
Happy mailing, y’all! :)
love,
katie











