The written word is a dying art. By which I mean the handwritten word. The postcard, the greeting card, the love letter, all but lost and forgotten in this bright, new, digital world.
Now, don’t get me wrong, the Age of the Internet has brought with it global communication the likes of which the world had never seen, and that is a wonderful thing. However, in my mind at least, vacation updates on social media will never be the same as a postcard, digital greeting cards do not leave the same impression as a physical card arriving in the mail, and no email, no matter how thoughtful, can truly replace a handwritten love letter.
Such a letter, I feel, brings a certain tangibility to the words contained within, in a way that no digital medium can, and a permanence that cannot be achieved through conversation alone. And when I choose to write such a letter, I do it right: with fine parchment stationery and a quill (or a fountain pen if I’m in a hurry). Because if a letter is worth writing, it’s worth taking my time and making it beautiful as well as thoughtful.
I am overdue to send another round of notes and cards and letters to those I love. If your mailbox has been feeling neglected, expect that to be remedied promptly.