I have a confession to make, and I am doing it here with a goal in mind, in hopes of making that announced goal come true.
I haven't read my mail in two weeks. Letters and postcards from September 10 onward are sitting in a pile on my writing desk. I have a ritual with reading mail that involves logging my mail in my letter log. Each piece gets noted, along with received date, postmark date, the date written (if they included it), and where it came from. It is also a ritual of slowing down and taking uninterrupted time at my writing desk.
What with the start of school (since I have summers off and work really hard the rest of the year, I'll wager my longtime readers have figured out that I'm a teacher) and the Jewish High Holidays (L'Shana Tovah! Happy New Year!), things have been madness. The little time I've had, I've spent in quality time with my beloved.
I've also not written any mail in those same two weeks. I miss it terribly!
Today is the day to read my mail, and hopefully to write some, too!