This project, I’m convinced, is an important gateway to greater joy. Two to four times per week after work, I take a twenty minute stroll under the open air to my post office. I turn the key of my little p.o. box that has seen many before me, and I receive your letters. Then I walk to the metro for my commute home. Some days, your letters find me already high on the sun and the beauty of the earth. On these days, they prolong the dancing of my feet in my floating paradise. On other days, your letters reach me after the weight of the Universe has rested upon my own shoulders. On these days, I’m so very grateful to all of you. On my dreary metro ride home, I treasure each detail of your handmade envelopes, your traveling stamps, your carefully chosen stationery, and your soulful penmanship. I slowly open each letter, and within seconds, I’m smiling again and life is tender. I can hear your voices in the way you write. I soak in the wisdom of your words. I’m having a really great time with this, and I hope you are too. Thank you.
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