The Secret Writing Desk…

A little hiding space for pen and petal.

For writing those precious words with ink on paper…

Delightful thoughts for a love or a friend.

Somehow along the way we find that our greatest loves are our dearest friends.

How could there be anything more grand than a true pal?

And what was love at all, if not a confidant, a keeper of our greatest tales throughout life?

The importance of the purchased stamp and written word is becoming more critical than ever.

The postal service struggles without us, as letters have fallen to the wayside.

But I propose a rekindling, a stamp on envelope, sent to those we know near and far.

I am finding myself in moments of a fulfillment I didn’t know I longed for.

That I wasn’t fully aware my soul desired so deeply.

Where I sit and write…

Where my secrets are held in a cherubim vault of sorts.

Simply turn the key to enter…

Candle lit for sealing envelopes with wax seal.

I take a much needed deep breath.

What is this marvelous act?

This moment of quiet outpouring of thoughts great and small.

A letter.

A gift for the receiver.

An act of mindfulness for the writer.

Why did we stop?

I ponder this as I meander through my garden collecting blossoms for my writing desk.

I put on the kettle.

Lemon tea…

Was it telephones?

Video games?

Before the internet.

What happened to address books and birthday reminders?

To stationery drawers and stationery shops?

I propose a movement to return to that place.

Oh, what a delight for the soul, the senses!

Such joy and calm that fills me when I sit at my desk, cup of tea to sip, pen in hand.

I admire the faces painted on wood…

I flip through books, heat wax for seals.

I press found flowers from the arbor in between pages.

A Colette rose drops her petals the minute I bring her to the desk, so lovely.

Each sip of tea calms my mind as I write.

My mind is present and resting in a way, when I sit at my desk.

No phone, no noise, no nonsense.

Just the moment.

The luck I feel to have grown up in the time I did.

To write in cursive and know what it is like to unplug.

To know how to express myself in my own words with a writing utensil and a piece of paper.

To use the words in my brain to express myself and not ask a computer to do it for me.

A crucial exercise for the mind.

How can it be that such a thing is dissappearing?

And yet, I feel it is one of the things that will return some joy back to people.

Taking time to create something no matter how short the note, not only feels good to the sender, but what a delight to actually receive snail mail.

Shopping for pretty paper, purchasing stamps, popping them in the mail.

Can we bring this back, or will the miracle of the postal service be a story, a fairy tale told by the elders one day?

Perhaps begin today?

Take a moment to write a note.

You will not believe the calm that will overcome you.

At least, that is what has happened to me.

To sit and write, to take a moment of peace for yourself in this rapid world of scrolling, is a wonderment.

I am smitten.

Perhaps only a porcelain girl knows the true feelings of my heart as I scribble…

Possibly share a poem verse or two…

I wonder what letters have been written from my secret writing desk in the past.

Perhaps it will share some of its secrets with me.

I highly recommend the act of sending a little snail mail every now and then.

I know some of you already do, as I have been the lucky recipient on occasion.

I am always amazed at such kindness.

Doesn’t it feel so wonderfully magical to receive an unexpected note in your mailbox?

I don’t know why we ever gave that up.

As for me, I write my notes and close the secret writing desk door.

Secrets safe inside.

I do feel it is time for us to pick it up again.

The writing of notes and letters.

It will fill our heart and soul but also help the postal service.

Imagine if everyone started sending snail mail again?

Most people don’t call anyone anymore, as everyone texts, so what could be safer than writing a letter?

You don’t have to talk to anyone, you don’t even have to text them.

You could just write them and delight them, haha!

Fancy that!

But in all honesty, I really have found such pleasure in taking the time to sit at my desk.

So much so that I have created a couple of spaces to sit and write, to draw, and to flip through book pages.

It’s just such a calming and fulfilling thing to do.

Do you partake in letter writing?

Is it something that you miss and would like to do again as well?

I find that technology can really be draining, and yet writing a note can be so relaxing.

Language, alphabet and writing is such a beautiful thing.

We must continue so that it is not lost.

Just my thoughts for the day.

It is a full wonderland of gardening here these days.

Hundreds of poppies and roses unfurl each morning.

Baby birds and baby bunnies are everywhere.

I even enjoy sitting at the table in the garden to write my little notes and thoughts.

Such a lovely time, these days of spring.

Wishing you well and hope to see you very soon.

Love, Vanessa