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a daily breath...
A thought du jour, my daily breath includes collected and conceived observations, questions of life, fortune cookie philosophies, reminders, messages of peace and simplicity, unsolicited advice, inspirations, quotes and words that got me thinking. They may get you thinking too . . .
I'm like a pencil;
Still I write.
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
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logical and chronological
is as easily spoken
You choose one
over the other.
It is as simple
as it sounds.
Sad isn’t it.
It is all about choice.
Words can hurt, and
words can heal.
The words we choose
to use, and how
and when we choose
to speak, or write,
outcome and honor.
Clothes don’t make a man, but
new clothes do make a man happy.
I bought myself a new shirt, just
because I saw it. I didn’t really
need it, but it called out to me.
It wasn’t even true retail therapy.
Of course, it fit properly and, of
course, it felt good, so I bought it.
Just like that.
The price was right (it was even
on sale). The new shirt provides
a little colour and vibrancy in a
season where shades fade daily.
A new shirt brightened my day
and, presumably, it will light up
many more to come. It is all
about feeling, more than fashion.
There is a rotating postal strike in Canada right now, job action halting mail delivery in my city two days ago. The same ol’ junk mail was delivered yesterday, but maybe there will be a letter today?
A lot of people have given up on traditional, hand-crafted letters (email is just so damned easy and available), but I still write letters. I feel it is communication on a more humane level.
Letter writing has almost become a lost art. Yes, it takes a little more time, but it works. You write differently with a pencil than you do with a laptop, tablet, or mobile device. There is no spell check, and the eraser provides the only chance to edit any mistakes or missteps in your train of thought; it is straightforward, honest communication. Ideas, emotions, concerns and questions just flow. I like that.
I still receive letters (I’ve got this somewhat nerdy fascination with postage stamps) and truly appreciate touching base with a few souls scattered about this planet. There is something about hand-written words that seems to bring you closer to the writer.
Thing is, this postal strike the result of months of unsuccessful contract negotiations between our government and the postal workers union is bound to slow down communication for a time. At some point the disruption of service in select cities will likely escalate into a full-blown strike or lockout.
It’s bound to happen (it always does) for days, or weeks, but it will not stop me from writing. I may, at some point, stop dropping envelopes into the mailbox until the labour unrest is settled (and it always is), but I will still write.
It is what I do.
Do you still write letters?