I have to confess, when I walked into my friend's house on Christmas Eve, I was filled with holiday card envy. All those cards. All those handwritten notes. Connection. Beauty. Blessing.
It got me thinking. Why don't people send holiday cards as much as they used to? I know there are good reasons. Environmentally, it makes more sense for the trees to send electronic notes. And, some have probably cut back on cards because living within a reasonable budget matters. But really, the cultural shift has happened. In this digital age, Facebook and emails and e-cards replace handwritten notes and cards. So my holiday card envy is less about receiving cards by post this time of year and more about my longing for deeper connection.
The more I use Facebook the more I feel empty. I never get the full story or even part of the story for that matter. There is no beginning, middle, or end. No real entry point. Often times, it is just a location or a few words or something someone likes, and while I am grateful to connect in some way, it just doesn't cut it for me. I suppose in a very fragmented world, it is just more and more fragments for me to try to put together.
Okay, so I know Facebook is not for longer discussions or deeper connections, but I have even noticed in myself a sort of laziness in how I communicate or connect. It is easier to send literally three words or to click the like button. I secretly promise myself I will send a longer note later, but I never do.
This year I am taking on the art of letter writing the old-fashioned way (with pen and paper) hoping for more connection and for more meaningful fragments. Letter writing is a dying art and I want to help save it.
I will write one letter a week, so one year from now, I will have made 52 connections. Not enough to keep the post office in business, but enough for me to begin to understanding what this longing is in me for connection.
Periodically I will record my thoughts about this adventure here.