I was finally at my home base post office yesterday...I've been to the post office since the last time I was at that one...I always am mailing packages!
I got some lovely, personalized and sweet post cards....and I got a, sort of, insulting and mean-spirited item as well....the post cards made me smile, and feel good, and excited to have been able to encounter folks from all over, most of whom I will never meet, all of whom are sharing a good part of themselves with strangers...
I could go on about the specifics of the cards, I am more immersed (at the moment) with the thoughts of how we are managing to see and act with each other in such a personalized way...how when I write a note I try to make it To the person I'm sending the card...to remember or pay attention or care enough to let them know I have been reading them and they are Real to me...and when I get cards and read something that lets me know I was thought of when it was written it makes me feel that the other crap which can happen in a space like this is really just-- crap...that this is what matters and that this is what defines a diverse community...
goodness...I am in a mood, I guess...the thing is that I mean it, that I am excited to try and find cards that fit people...cards I hope will represent me being able to say 'hi' in a way that tells you I get to know you, just a little, by what you post and by your sweet little post card messages....and, most importantly, that as I try and do my best, be best to the 'strangers' I """meet""" through this site, you are doing the same...it is good, and generous of spirit and I do thank you for it...thanks to Jo for thinking of, starting, and facilitating this all...it's nice to have a free form way to be in touch and to send little surprises to each other...
it was nice for me to have a tangible experience of people being kind and nice to each other contrasted with people who are not...I am so happy that, 98% of the interactions in my life are basically good...with the other 2%, I can and do get rid of 1% of the nastiness which leaves my brother---but we all have one of those, in one form or another, I think
somehow this has become the nina-confessional thread...I could delete it or edit it or something of the kind...thing is that I kind of think of all you postcard peeps as folks I (again kind of) know and I feel like talking to you this morning
thanks again, no--really Thanks for your time, and thought, and effort and desire to make strangers smile...I hope as you get back the little pieces of art work we are all sharing with each other, it gives you a moment to appreciate the surprises the planet has offered us...
okay, I will shut up and promise not to do this again!