I have been feeling singularly uninspired. Blame it on the time of the year, blame it on the weather, blame it on the state of the universe, blame it on the boogie. It just is. I am struggling to find my factory setting “annoyingly upbeat” persona.
Then a book arrived, delivered by our very own Stealth Postie, a gift from my good friend and most talented jeweller Div. Postcards Stories written by Jan Carson, not one previously on my literary radar. Every day in 2015 the author wrote a short story on the back of a card and posted it to a friend, and this diddy little book features the best of them. It is finished, I have eaten every last crumb. And I greatly enjoyed it. It was an appropriate choice.
In a similar vein I have periodically, with my usual randomness, been posting cards to friends, delving into a reservoir amassed over the years, always attempting to match subject to subject. A dating agency of sorts. I decided there was no need to hoard these jewels picked up in galleries and museums, tourist information and local shops, they were better off shared. The joy of receiving something in the post far outweighs the ping of an email. It was a way of sending a little joy. A drop only, but a drop is better than a bill or someone trying to sell you life insurance. On the reverse of these cards there are no clever and concise stories lurking, just the odd rambling “I thought you might like this” “Reminds me of you” or other such dull lines. It is my hope that the card itself makes up for my lack of poetry.
And then in a flash, or maybe a slow fizzle, it came to me. The catalyst of course was the ever-generous Div. A new project. Each month of this year I am going to send a book to someone and share on my blog why I have chosen the particular book and the particular person. Not a book review, or a person review even, just why I thought they would be a good match. Perhaps there will be feedback from the recipient, perhaps not. Perhaps you will be inspired to seek out the book, perhaps not. It will be called The Great Monthly Book Giveaway, a title which contains only one possibly inaccurate word.
I am once again feeling inspired.
What a brilliant idea!
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Thank you, now we will have to see how it all pans out ….. 🙂
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I always pick up cards at galleries and then they clutter up drawers, much nicer to send them. Postcards stories, what a lovely idea. And what a lovely idea for a monthly
blog project. And even nicer if you can do a poem with it. Or a limerick.
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You, my friend, are a genius!
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🙂
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A poem? I can always try ……. 😉
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What a lovely idea. I have a collection of Postcards (received) and have often thought of using them on my blog with the ‘stories’ that they contain.
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Sounds good to me!
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What a great idea! I’m looking forward to reading all about this
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Thank you 🙂
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You may be feeling uninspired but you inspire the rest of us. This could be extended to seeds, garden shed clearouts and all sorts of decluttering projects…. 🙂
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Thank you, and yes, pass it on!
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Such a brilliant idea and generous as it will take thought, time and money.
I have always sent postcards to my parents, my father always sent me postcards from his travels. I have kept all those, I will show you one when we next meet, it sums up my father’s and my sense of humour to a T.
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I would like that, I have kept some of the postcards my Dad sent to me, just to see his handwriting makes me smile/cry.
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I know that feeling well 💖
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Lovely post, and a grand idea. I think that many of us feel like that, and blame it on all that. I’ve always enjoyed receiving and sending postcards, but they tend to be few and far between nowadays. Happy reading. xx
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DM your address Mike, I will put you on my list x
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I’ve emailed you. xx
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I’m so pleased you’re still using snail mail. So many people say they’re saving the planet by not using it and send a quick text instead. It’s really not the same.
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Exactly! I love getting proper post, it is like receiving an unexpected gift.
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A lovely young gardener named Gill
Took her book choices off to the till
She gave it some thought
And her good spirit sought
To lift her to top of the hill
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Brilliant – you will be Limerick Composer Elect x
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That girl with the big golden boot
Was by some considered a hoot
She planted and dug
Kept her trowel in a trug
Let us all give Gill a big toot!
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Your best yet!
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