Sending my first Bead Breath parcels last week
allowed me to reacquaint myself
with the beauty of snail mail.
Sealing the envelope - feels so once and for all.
Sticking the stamps on - praying they won't fall off.
Shoving the parcel into the post box -
there, you've lost all control.
there, you've lost all control.
And then there's the waiting.
There's something almost romantic about the whole thing.
(Is that why housewives have affairs with the mailman?)
Is it any wonder how
the faster time flies?
If I've learnt anything from all this,
it's if we all slowed down just a little,
we just might live longer.
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