A happy looking postcard with King penguins and snow arrived. It takes the cake as my most cherished. It’s not that the postcard itself is particularly applaudable (though, the penguin is a charming beast). It’s more than that.
The postcard hails from Antarctica where my French housemate Louise took an expedition. The glossy 4 x 6 inch piece of cardstock paper took many weeks to arrive at my door, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I salute postcards for the story they can tell in such a tidy little package. There is nothing private or intimate about it – this particular one has just two sentences and my address. But a postcard like this from a far away land has a way of winding itself into our dreams and tapping gently at our aspirations.
A postcard asks us where we’d like to journey to.
A postcard reminds us it is possible to travel to the ends of the earth, across oceans and hemispheres and to still be connected to those we hold dear.
A postcard sings of the triumph of check-marking an item on our bucket list.
A postcard asks us if we are thinking big enough.
A postcard shows us someone is thinking of us from afar.
A postcard is evidence of growth, adventure, and of exploration.
A postcard alerts us our dear one will be a changed person when they return, for there is no other option when we travel.
And all along its path to your mailbox, a postcard shares its story with every person who handles it.
So, while I do like penguins, this particular postcard wins snail mail gold because I assume the great distance it had to travel caused it to pass through that many more hands. This postcard journeyed some 8,496 miles across oceans, over three continents, countless mountain ranges and forests and deserts and valleys – and at each check point I imagine it sprinkling its inspiring fairy dust all along its path…
Yes, dear Postcard, I salute you!
Images: original Glamorous Monk & via Three Amigos
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