Postcard
Postcard
A commercially printed card with space on one side for an address and a postage stamp, used for sending a short message through the mail.
Isn't it funny what makes you think of friends? I seem to be reminded of different friends when a certain song comes on the radio, a particular advertisement is shown on TV or even a familiar word is spoken. All quickly enlighten my memory. I purposely fill my space, my car and my piano bench with objects that would mean nothing to the ordinary eye but somehow mean the world to me.
Take for instance these rocks on my desk. My grandmother was not the biggest fan of my "decorative" tactics but when I look at them they bring nothing but smiles. As for the magnet on the fridge; not only one moment comes rushing into my thoughts, but an entire year of laughter and memories made. The silly note on my sun-visor - wow... not too sure if that will ever come down.
And so these objects cause me to think... will they always be as precious to me as they are right now? How is it that some of the friendships that I have had for years are continuing to grow and blossom while others are becoming more and more distant with time? And for the ones that are distant, how do we catch up? How do we make it how it used to be, maybe even how it should be?
A friend once told me that perhaps we were only in each others lives for a moment. He later sent me a postcard and shortly afterwards I began to realize that he was right. Although our time together was only for a glimpse, that postcard had somehow extended that moment into several years. I find myself cherishing the postcards in my life more than ever. They encourage me to never stop sending them, also reminding me to cherish the rocks, magnets and notes that I have been given.
"Postcards, from absent friends, extinguish fear, Unite division, and draw distance near; Their magic force each silent wish conveys, And wafts embodied through, a thousand ways: Could souls to bodies write, death's pow'r were mean, For minds could then meet minds with heav'n between. "
- Aaron Hill
A commercially printed card with space on one side for an address and a postage stamp, used for sending a short message through the mail.
Isn't it funny what makes you think of friends? I seem to be reminded of different friends when a certain song comes on the radio, a particular advertisement is shown on TV or even a familiar word is spoken. All quickly enlighten my memory. I purposely fill my space, my car and my piano bench with objects that would mean nothing to the ordinary eye but somehow mean the world to me.
Take for instance these rocks on my desk. My grandmother was not the biggest fan of my "decorative" tactics but when I look at them they bring nothing but smiles. As for the magnet on the fridge; not only one moment comes rushing into my thoughts, but an entire year of laughter and memories made. The silly note on my sun-visor - wow... not too sure if that will ever come down.
And so these objects cause me to think... will they always be as precious to me as they are right now? How is it that some of the friendships that I have had for years are continuing to grow and blossom while others are becoming more and more distant with time? And for the ones that are distant, how do we catch up? How do we make it how it used to be, maybe even how it should be?
A friend once told me that perhaps we were only in each others lives for a moment. He later sent me a postcard and shortly afterwards I began to realize that he was right. Although our time together was only for a glimpse, that postcard had somehow extended that moment into several years. I find myself cherishing the postcards in my life more than ever. They encourage me to never stop sending them, also reminding me to cherish the rocks, magnets and notes that I have been given.
"Postcards, from absent friends, extinguish fear, Unite division, and draw distance near; Their magic force each silent wish conveys, And wafts embodied through, a thousand ways: Could souls to bodies write, death's pow'r were mean, For minds could then meet minds with heav'n between. "
- Aaron Hill
posted by Karyn at 1:37 AM
4 Comments:
Oh Karyn! I can't tell you how thrilled it makes me to see that you put the definition of a word at the beginning of all your blogs. The joy and understanding in knowing fully what a word means is priceless! Vive la dictionary.com!
I was also wondering if you still had the fish bathmat that I gave you?
cheers to dictionary.com
cheers to your wonderful post that reminds the rest of us to cherish those things along the way as well
i don't know why i'm so full of cheers but cheers to karyn on being a most faithful blogger!
KarYn!
Wow, that was a good blog...in fact one of the best I have ever read. It makes me look around my desk and shelves and see all my memories that people would literally throw out because they don't know what it means. I can't wait until Thanksgiving...I hope that you and I could spend some time together! I love you lots! and hey...tell Mel to get a blog--it's not like she is working...:P Say hey to her for me!
I love the quotes at the end of your blogs! Absolutly love them!
You've gone blog savvy, I can barely keep up with you.. but I'm managing, reading them in sets(at least today!).. I hope all is going swell down in the crossing of the Red and the Assinoboine Rivers... Chow!
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