The letter carrier brought a treat to our home today. A postcard from Hawaii. They remembered the ritual. I’m fuzzy and warm all over. I’ve been hugged.
One can argue that it does not help the trees that have to die to create the cardboard. Nor does it alleviate the carbon footprint of transporting communications over land and sea. Email or text or social media should suffice, right? But does it?
I get the emails. I get the social media postings. But they are so fleeting. One glance, then delete. Or forget. But a postcard in my hand or posted on the refrigerator door is a glance away from remembering the gesture. And the affection that surrounds it.
In this one practice, I make no excuses. Call me outdated, old-fashioned, even antiquated. I thoroughly enjoy receiving them! If this is one guilty pleasure I have to cling to resolutely until I can’t possibly read anymore, well, I shall!