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    Living on Vancouver Island in B.C. Canada Diane loves the scent of forests and rain, the rhythms of the sea, and holds discoveries and stories in high regard.

    Where mornings begin with a drum roll! --Diane M Schuller

    Updated on random Mondays ... simply an online journal of an ordinary life. Come on in to enjoy a breath of West Coast air.

    everyone has a story

    reflections

    reflections

    Sitting blankly, pondering what to write in this postcard. Nothing worthwhile comes at first. Like a plant remaining dormant until the warm water and fertilizer make their way through all the capillaries and begin to settle in each cell, the bud of a thought begins to form. I shall share part of my story in his postcard.

    postcard by ©Diane M Schuller

    Do you remember that brief story I shared a few years ago about Roy? Just as Roy had a story, we all have a story. Stories belong to everyone, the person who feels they are ‘ordinary’ or ‘don’t matter’;  the homeless person on the street; or the most reviled of politicians. As David Isay says, “ … every single life matters equally and infinitely.” I’m sure we could all surprise one another with snippets of our backstory. So in the postcard I’m about to write to Arthur Black (a Canadian humourist, radio personality, and writer) I’ll share a postcard-size snippet of my backstory — the good stuff.

    “We navigate by our stories and are steered by them. They counsel us, caution us, can break yet also make us. They hearten us, humble us, heal us. They are in our blood, our bones and our beliefs. They are the fires we light against the dark.”Annie Cholewa.

    espresso

    The week has not been as productive in some ways as it could have been. The grief over losing the dogs still hangs over me like a wet blanket refusing to dry and remove itself. Oh I flap my arms at it, tug and shove it away, but it keeps returning wet, clingy, and heavy. Perhaps that’s why my knitting has come to a standstill this week. And why I’m glad we aren’t doing any entertaining this week or next. So that’s a peek in the window of my story this week. Feeling weighed down but constantly pushing to stand tall and free.

    spring crocus in black & white ||© Diane M Schuller

    “After nourishment, shelter and companionship, stories are the thing we need most in the world.” –Phillip Pullman

    The rest of this week’s story: The spring birds have been arriving, including the famous Brandt Geese. Flowering in our yard this week are the white crocus, snowdrops, hellebores, heathers, and a few of the primulas. That’s what I love about life — we’re surround by a vitality of life and growth. We simply have to stop, look, and be grateful. For what are you grateful this week?

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    dinahmow - February 8, 2016 - 11:14 am

    Yes, I’ve always thought of stories as a torch. On nights when the electricity was out and we couldn’t read,ah! that’s when the story-magic came into its own…

    steph - February 9, 2016 - 4:50 am

    spent some time catching up in your space…..love the mitts!!! and love the idea of turning photographs into postcards…not sure why notecards have happened and never postcards. You certainly have a knack of telling stories through your photographs—-for me, the element of a truly wonderful photographer. Love Annie’s quote….hoping she comes back to blogland soon!!!

    Lisa Gordon - February 9, 2016 - 4:04 pm

    I am so sorry that it’s not been a good week for you, Diane, and I do so understand how your heart feels, losing your furry friends. All I can say is, it takes time, and you have to give yourself that time.

    Sending you hugs, my friend. xo.

    Sherry - February 10, 2016 - 7:16 pm

    I’m so happy I now get email notifications for your blog updates. I love visiting here. :). We have our annual spring break visit to Vancouver Island booked. I cannot wait–your beautiful writing and photography always reminds me of everything I love about the island.

    Candace - February 16, 2016 - 7:54 am

    I’ve always liked Joan Didion’s, “We tell ourselves stories in order to live.” I’m not sure that her meaning is how I like to interpret it or even if I totally understand her meaning. One of my professors back in college used it a lot.

    postcards from here …

    kayaker, Qualicum Beach, ©Diane M Schuller

    Kayaker – Qualicum Beach, BC

    cats on the fence, downtown Qualicum Beach, BC --©Diane M Schuller

    cats on the fence, ‘downtown’ Qualicum Beach, BC

    Samoyeds, Qualicum Beach ©Diane M Schuller

    a man and his dogs, Qualicum Beach, BC

    Qualicum Beach ©Diane M Schuller

    clock tower and carillon bells – – salmon fountain, town centre Qualicum Beach

    seagulls ©Diane M Schuller

    the lookout boys

    mooring rope ©Diane M Schuller

    “all wrapped up”

    the sign says "not in use" || www.dianeschuller.com

    the sign reads, “do not use”

    Dutch Angle ©Diane M Schuller

    While at the marina, the sky beckoned

    “I walk

    I look

    I see 

    I stop

    I photograph.”  –Leon Levinstein

    I finished one pair of fingerless gloves and have started another (photo of the second pair next week). It’s been an interesting week, particularly now that I’m working on the 365 [photos] project. I’ve been working on some post production work too, specifically by learning how to turn a photo into a pencil sketch in Photoshop. There’s a lot more to it than simply clicking a button. I also attended an utterly amazing photographic exhibit at the Royal BC Museum, the Wildlife Photographer of the Year exhibit. Every single photograph was spectacular and inspiring. I was blown away by the photographs taken by the youth, especially the one boy from Alberta in the under 10 category. Now I’m inspired to get some more of my images made into postcards.

    Speaking of postcards, I sent out two more postcards this month. Do you get postcards made from your own photographs or artwork? Have you mailed any postcards lately?

    Wishing you all invigorating walks, surprising sights, and a postcard in your mail.

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    Sherry G. - February 1, 2016 - 6:48 am

    Your postcards here are just wonderful. Your 365 project is really bearing fruit, isn’t it? I love those beautiful dogs and the fun cat pic and the textured monochromes. Good for you for getting those real postcards out too! I have to replenish my stock….

    Susan Clark - February 1, 2016 - 9:45 am

    I had never thought of postcards-thanks for the idea. I’m always trying to find ways of promoting my little piece of heaven. Qualicum is another little gem.

    dinahmow - February 1, 2016 - 10:59 am

    I am rubbish at doing “group” things!A somewhat disorganised life, you see.Though I did manage 7 days of “nature shots” on Facebook.I’m too easily side-tracked, but I admire your dedication and love your eye for presentation.

    Lisa Gordon - February 1, 2016 - 5:27 pm

    These are wonderful, Diane.
    I especially love “All Wrapped Up.”
    I think it is such a beautiful composition.

    I’ve never had post cards printed, but I have printed those little notecards, and I was really pleased with them/

    Ypou have a wonderful week, my friend.

    Gabriele - February 2, 2016 - 5:41 am

    You have beautiful photography here.

    Toffeeapple - February 3, 2016 - 9:48 am

    Lovely images Diane, I would love to be able to walk on the sea front there.

    Bridie - February 4, 2016 - 2:24 pm

    I’ve committed to sending letters this year; something I always think about doing, but never actually act on. Postcards are such a wonderful idea, too.

    Kathy - February 11, 2016 - 6:48 am

    Jessie is right, you take absolutely beautiful pictures!

    that one experience

    “For most of a day we walked through alkali flats, the white crust like a frosted layer of salt that rose in a powder when your boots punched through. We wore the chalk on us everywhere—up to our knees, in the creases of our fingers clenching the rifle strap, down in the cavity between my breasts, and in my mouth, too. I couldn’t keep it out and stopped trying. I couldn’t keep anything out, I realized, and that was something I loved about Africa. The way it got at you from the outside in and never let up, and never let you go.” — Paula McLain, Circling the Sun  (I absolutely adored this story and her writing.)

    “The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience.” — Eleanor Roosevelt

    spring trio

    Magnolia budding — hibiscus seadhead — camelia buds

    hand knit fingerless gloves || www.dianeschuller.com

    Now that my Antler shawl is complete, next on my needles are (two-at-a-time) fingerless gloves in an absolutely gorgeous hand dyed fingering wool. The colours remind me of jewels. … Since I wrote these two sentences early in the week, here now are the finished fingerless gloves — ta da.

    "Align" fingerless gloves || www.dianeschuller.com

    oyster shell

    “May you always have a shell in your pocket and sand in your shoes.” — Anonymous

    This oyster shell was discarded a few feet from the beach on the surface of the cement picnic table that is intended for the use of the public to enjoy the view and the beach.

    ©Diane M Schuller

    Now that I’ve embarked on the 365 project, I’m once again experimenting with my camera (above). This was a wee experiment taken in our back yard. Although I took oodles with these settings, this was among my favourites.

    piano playing in reflection || www/dianeschuller.com

    Reflections of C chord.

    The poet John Keats said, “Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.” There are many quotes with that theme or reasoning. It’s something that has been re-awakened within me with some of the new experiences I’ve been venturing into and embracing. Something as simple as doing the 365 photo project, for instance. But it could just as easily be something big: climb a mountain, learn to parachute, build a home with your own hands, learn a new language, write a book. Even when an anticipated experience is relatively simple, the effect it has on us can be monumental and unforgettable … have you ever seen the northern lights, watched a whale breach the surface of the ocean, witnessed a being giving birth, or experienced a live performance that brought you to tears?

    Matt Cutts has an upbeat, and very short, inspirational TED talk all about giving a new experience a try. I offer you the link and suggest it’s a great way to spend 3 1/2 minutes.

    What is one experience you’d like to have before you die?

     

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    dinahmow - January 25, 2016 - 11:46 am

    Oh, I have more than one on the list! They are shuffled froom time to time, but something is insisting on staying top o’ the list http://www.messynessychic.com/2016/01/21/travel-like-wes-anderson-on-the-real-darjeeling-limited-railway/

    Lisa Gordon - January 25, 2016 - 4:34 pm

    Diane, these gloves are gorgeous. I just love the colors.
    Hmmmm, I could probably never limit it to just one experience. There are always so mand!!

    You have a wonderful week!

    Gabriele - January 27, 2016 - 5:38 am

    I love your fingerless gloves! One of the reasons I follow your blog is because you are so open to learning new things. I have been trying something new this month. I used the app Periscope each week to share piano teaching ideas. Have you heard of it? It broadcasts a live video and people all over the world can access it and join in by typing greetings and questions. So, I got really brave yesterday and I played my recital piece. But, the distraction of seeing words from Turkey, Russia, and India threw me off completely, I did not know what they were saying but I played BADLY. The video stays up for 24 hours. I erased it! Ha Ha Ha!
    I can’t remember if I let you know that the pictures you let me use of yours are on my piano website.
    http://busybpiano.blogspot.com/2016/01/the-last-days-before-recital.html

    Jennifer - January 28, 2016 - 5:14 am

    I have been thinking about an answer to your question a lot of late. I feel restless and in need of change- not just a small change, but a significant one. Most people would answer your question with an adventure of some kind. Travel perhaps. I do like adventure, but a change of scenery alone will not satisfy my need for a profound change. What it is I am truly seeking I am still puzzling out…
    I like your camera experiment. And I have put an audio copy of Circling the Sun on hold at the library.Your quote sold me on the novel and I look forward to hearing it read aloud.

    Sherry G. - January 28, 2016 - 10:38 am

    Hmmm, so many thoughts are provoked by your post. First off I adore your fingerless gloves — they are stunning. I think it’s fabulous that you are doing a 365 project and experimenting with photography — creating some wonderful work and lovely abstracts. I’ve been fortunate to have many amazing experiences so far in life — I’ve seen the northern lights, watched a being give birth and watched a being die, been moved by so many performances but have not yet seen a whale breach, but many dolphins. Still many places I would like to experience, many of them sacred, but the one experience I would love to have is to create a photograph that thrills me –and keeps me wanting to look at it forever…I’m working on it!

    and then

    Arms stretching, reaching as if grasping for that smear of sky the colour of someone’s baby blues. Inhaling the salty air clothed with sweet wet cedar. Juncos, chickadees, and their avian relatives flit, flutter, chirp and call. One more deep breath to capture the restorative Salish Sea air before slipping inside to the routine of morning coffee. This, the beginning of my day.

    French Creek marina jetty, ©Diane M Schuller

    “If you are a dreamer, come in. If you are dreamer, a wisher, a liar, a hoper, a prayer, a magic-bean-buyer. If you’re a pretender, come sit by my fire, for we have some flax-golden tales to spin. Come in! Come in!” ~ Shel Silverstein

    Though I’ve been living here on the West Coast for 4 years already, I still stop in my tracks when I see a large fishing boat cruise by. They seem almost prehistoric yet move across the water more gracefully than a prima donna ballerina. The men who work on those oceangoing vessels work in harsh conditions with remarkably primitive amenities while on the water. That too is such a paradox considering those of us watching from shore, living in real comfort; the romance versus the reality.

    French Creek marina ©Diane M Schuller

     

    a raft of sea lions on the Salish Sea

    Woke up one morning this week hearing these guys barking (see those tiny dark things just under the horizon) :-). After coffee, morning ablutions, and getting dressed I went down to see if they were still close in. Sea lions are highly social animals so groups can be seen resting by floating together, closely packed, flippers up, on the ocean’s surface in “rafts.”

    I found this delightful poem and had to share it. “AND THEN”

    I always thought the words, and then, were a prelude to something wonderful. Like seeing a ship come in or finding a note in your letterbox, when you weren’t expecting one. The swift, surprising transition from nothing to everything.

    And then.

    Two little words that hold a world of promise.

    And then the light pierced through the dark, forbidding sky, and the rain stopped falling.

    And then I met you.

    — Lang Leav

    great novel I recommend ... www.dianeschuller.com

    And then, I read the  most amazing book and finished it this week. Circling the Sun. Her writing is exceptional, the story fascinating, and I highly recommend it.

    And then I finished my pretty, squishable “Wapiti” wool shawl. It’s likely going to take residence in our guest room to keep guests cozy warm. After I finish knitting a garment, I’m spellbound to stroking/squishing it, admiring it, and feeling a real sense of pride that I created a practical and beautiful fabric out of two strands of yarn simply worked into each other over and over. The emotion throbbing within me is like the comfort it gives wrapped around the recipient’s shoulders, arms, feet, head (depending on what I’ve made). My hope is always that the recipient will love it as much as I’ve enjoyed the process. I think my next project shall be learning fair isle knitting. Stay tuned.

    "Wapiti" shawl by www.dianeschuller.com

    I have written, cooked, cleaned, knit, played, made music, photographed, walked, talked, grieved, daydreamed, remembered — all this week.

    Oh and a nod of acknowledgement to Shawna Lemay for mentioning me and linking to one of my book reviews near the end of last week’s blog post. Thanks Shawna!

    And then, to become reacquainted with my love of photography I’ve embarked upon a 365 project. All that means for you is that you may end up seeing many more images with my posts, though I certainly won’t inundate you with the entire series. Have you ever done any kind of 365 project whether it was photography, writing, crafting, or any other creative pursuit?

    Until next Monday my dear readers/friends/neighbours I wish for you a refreshing winter walk, hours poring over seed catalogues, a pleasant surprise or two, and a prelude to something you view as wonderful.

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    Lisa Gordon - January 18, 2016 - 9:17 am

    What a great week for you, Diane, and that shawl is just gorgeous!

    I am looking forward to seeing some of your 365 images too!

    xo.

    Jessie - January 18, 2016 - 10:18 am

    That first picture had me letting out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding. Beautiful!

    Toffeeapple - January 18, 2016 - 10:40 am

    I love your pictures. How marvellous to live near a fishing port, I would be able to have fresh fish everyday.

    Your shawl looks lovely too.

    Andi - January 24, 2016 - 7:53 am

    What a wonderful way to begin a day!
    Thank you for the sweet poem and the book recommendation. The book will be added to my “to read” list.
    Your Wapiti turned out spectacular! Such a treat for guests. Heck, I may visit just so that I can wrap myself up in it.
    Happy to hear that you are joining the 365 photo project. I am in constant admiration of your beautiful photos and now we can all enjoy 365 of them!

    Bridie - January 24, 2016 - 2:47 pm

    Ahhh, the fishing boats! I have a similar feeling of awe when it comes to the wee tugs pulling great barges, which I see daily off the coast of our beach here in Gibsons. Isn’t life just off the shore wonderful? It’s always changing. We get sea lions here, too. And seal, sea otters, whales, not to mention the every changing array of sea birds. It’s marvellous.

    Thanks for the book recommendation! I read The Paris Wife a few years ago and liked it quite well. I’ll check this out, too.

    Your Wapti looks scrumptious. I think it’s such a nice idea to keep a cosy hand knit available for guests. For sure, one of my next projects will be something for our guest room.

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    Pleasure is good

    The sun leaned on me like a dog against its master’s leg. I’d been practicing for over an hour yet it seemed like only minutes. Like a kid who’s being called home for dinner, I knew I had to leave the piano. But I could have played on until the sun slunk away. And so, the day took over.

    piano keyboard © www.dianeschuller.com

    Hello my lovelies.

    I’m learning to play Giacomo Puccini’s Musetta’s Waltz, from La Boheme, and it stirs my soul. What pleasure to be able to play something so elegant and moving. Soon I hope to fill my piano room with this beautiful music without a single flaw.

    Guess who is sporting a new ‘do’? Yup, I totally changed my hairstyle plus switched hair stylists at the salon I have been using. It was a good move (although awkward) and the confidence I feel with the new ‘do’ moves me resolutely yet calmly through the days.

    Knitting is going along well, finally. During December I had a bit of a knitting slump in that I frogged 3 projects in a row. What’s frogging you ask? That’s when you knit something, or partially knit something, and then completely unravel it. Then project 4 is exactly at the half way mark but I broke one of my ‘rules’: I put it on snooze and started yet another project. Good news, because my knitting mojo has re-emerged. I’m moving right along with the shawl that is on my needles — a pretty little number the designer calls Wapiti. I bought the pattern a year ago and am loving it so far.

    knitting a Wapiti shawl

    So, did I entice anyone to take on the letter (or postcard) writing challenge? Let me know if you did! I wrote one letter and a postcard so far.

    Today I’m thinking about how pleasure is good.

    Until next Monday, I wish for you dear reader/friend/neighbour: the ring of laughter, the exotic aroma of tea, the squish of a favourite sweater or blanket, an adventure through a well written book, or whatever pleasure suits you most.

    mini waterfall ©Diane M Schuller

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    Ms S - January 11, 2016 - 6:18 pm

    Lovely pleasures indeed! My husband is learning piano now as well, and between him and our son practicing, I feel a little spoiled for music in the house.
    Btw, I love your writing.

    Sherry

    Toffeeapple - January 12, 2016 - 9:51 am

    Your knitting always makes me want to knit, which I have been doing but only tiny baby clothes; I want to continue with the cardigan I started last year, wish me luck!

    Candace - January 13, 2016 - 1:29 pm

    I wrote notes in all my Christmas cards 🙂 and I try to send postcards to a few people every year with something written on them…I did used to write letters all the time, too, when I was young and they are fun to receive.

    Jennifer - January 16, 2016 - 7:24 pm

    It is too easy to rush headlong through our days. It’s so much better for the body and the mind to take a moment to pause and appreciate all the little moments of pleasure in a day.

    Annie - January 17, 2016 - 1:08 pm

    How wonderful to be able to play the piano. Making music, connecting through words and knitting … they all sound like soul work 🙂

    Susan Clark - January 18, 2016 - 9:25 am

    Music is such a gift-for creator and listener. I sent a substantial and newsy letter to the daughter of our previous next door neighbour. We watched her grow from childhood into womanhood and now young wife. She is a creative person and tucked some charming handmade gift tags into her Christmas card to us. I think she might appreciate an old fashioned, hand written letter.

    Gabriele - January 27, 2016 - 8:11 am

    I can hear you play Musetta’s waltz. It is sublime. All the longing and even suffering that Musetta feels is expressed in those notes moving ever upward.

    Kindness in an Envelope

    letter writing © Diane M Schuller

    The world can always use a little more kindness. A smile, a thoughtful word, or a simple gesture spreads good cheer.

    “A good handwritten letter is a creative act, and not just because it is a visual and tactile pleasure. It is a deliberate act of exposure, a form of vulnerability, because handwriting opens a window on the soul in a way that cyber communication can never do. You savor their arrival and later take care to place them in a box for safe keeping.” — written by Catherine Field in the New York Times.

    Nothing beats a handwritten note or letter. Email and texting are great for quick responses but an old fashioned letter shows someone cares plus has taken the time to think about you and care enough to sit and write a letter.

    I love to get mail but the mailbox only holds bills and junk mail so when a letter — a real handwritten letter — shows up in my mailbox, I can barely contain my excitement to open it up and read what’s inside.

    pen and envelope .. www.dianeschuller.com

    I have been a letter writer all my life and a note writer too — trouble is, I don’t write letters nearly as often as I once did. As a youngster I had pen pals and wrote letters to Aunts and one of my cousins.

    I used to write to my mom a lot; in fact after she died and I was packing up her house, I found all the letters from me she had kept in one of her bedroom drawers! I treasure them because she treasured them.

    “What a lot we lost when we stopped writing letters.  You can’t reread a phone call.”  ~Liz Carpenter

    The beauty of a letter is that it shows you care. You took the time to put your thoughts and feelings onto paper and send it to that special someone. It’s not unlike making a gift with your own hands because it truly is a gift. The only difference is that instead of being wrapped up in a box and wrapping paper, your gift is being sent in an envelope.

    And, if the thought of a letter as a gift doesn’t quite do it for you, how about this article in New York Times that sets out the science of what else is gained by writing by hand and the thought process of writing a letter, “What’s Lost as Handwriting Fades.” But I’m all for the fun aspect.

    postcard to Canadian Forces

    Are you up for a challenge?

    For anyone who wants to tackle a wee challenge … Why not challenge yourself to write three letters from the heart and send them before the weekend? Whether you use fine stationery or regular notebook paper, it does not matter. All that matters is that you actually sit down and take time to write.

    Need suggestions for who you can write to?

    • A relative who lives far away: tell that person about your day, what’s been going on in your world, wish them well. Maybe add a favourite memory involving that relative/friend. Don’t forget to pop in a photo or clipping out of a newspaper or magazine. These sorts of things add more interest for the person receiving your letter.
    • A friend who you haven’t been in touch with for a long time: as above.
    • Your child: Share with him/her how proud you are of him/her. Perhaps use some specific examples of praiseworthy choices they made.
    • Write an American Soldier or to a Canadian Soldier overseas (scroll down on the linked page to see how): tell him how proud you are of him; share your day with him.
    • Or maybe there’s someone you are thinking about as you read these possibilities — go for it.
    • Or, perhaps you might want to start small: go get some postcards and mail a brief message to friends / family.

    We all like to know others think well of us, whether it’s family or friends. You’d be surprised how much impact a small note or handwritten letter can make to someone. You may even receive a hand written note in return! Now wouldn’t that be exciting?

    Send your letters as quickly as possible, while you’re still motivated. It may well become a habit.

    You’ll feel so good. Heck, you can even write me.

    If I haven’t convinced you, Lakshmi Pratury makes a convincing case in her short TED talk.

    “To send a letter is a good way to move somewhere without moving anything but your heart.” — Phyllis Theroux

     

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    Lisa Gordon - January 5, 2016 - 7:37 am

    I am so with you all the way here, Diane.
    I actually saw the article in the NY Times too.
    As of a few years ago here, in the U.S., children are no longer taught cursive/script handwriting. Completely wiped out of the program. Thought of as being not important enough, but I have to ask, what could be more personal than one’s signature??
    So very strange to me.
    Like you, I love handwritten letters, and I actually write quite a few of them.

    I wish you a bright and beautiful New Year, my friend.

    Susan Clark - January 5, 2016 - 11:21 am

    My young executive, cyber savvy daughter in law continues to exchange handwritten letters with a friend. They met in their early teens at an international exchange programme. The letters have followed them through graduation, university, jobs, marriage and the birth of children. They both say how important this hand written communication is to them.
    I shall send a letter off somewhere and see what happens.

    steph - January 6, 2016 - 4:33 pm

    this truly IS becoming a lost art. I have persuaded my 13 yo granddaughter to be my pen-pal with the promise that as long as SHE writes, I will always respond. She has been soooo loyal to this and it thrills me. She has 4 siblings—all of whom have had the same offer made, and so far, no one has taken me up on it. I occasionally get a picture sent from one of them….they will in turn get a picture back from me. Want MAIL??? Gotta send me some!!!

    I also have a bunch of people who are my ‘postcard’ people….they send me pcs when they travel and I return the favor. My mailbox isn’t full of lovely mail, but I do get the occasional nice surprise—and it always makes my day!!!!

    Hope you mailbox spills over with happiness!!!

    Lionel Daneault - January 8, 2016 - 4:16 pm

    A very nice piece, Diane. I’m going to fill my faithful Parker fountain pen and get busy.
    Lionel

    Andi - January 10, 2016 - 6:29 am

    I am a huge fan of receiving handwritten notes and would like to be better about sending them out. Thank you for this beautiful reminder!

    Sherry G. - January 10, 2016 - 6:45 am

    This is such a beautifully written post Diane, and so artfully illustrated with your quietly gorgeous images. I was just thinking about a handwritten note I would like to send to someone far away — and you have encouraged me to just DO it and stop thinking about it!

    Tina - January 10, 2016 - 2:44 pm

    Such a lovely post! I miss handwritten letters, notes, postcards and just cards in general. I am quite saddened the the art of lettering writing seems to be a thing of the past and that todays communication is so cold. There’s nothing better than sending and receiving a hand written letter!