After my grandmother passed away, my cousin and I were talking and found that we both wrote letters to her regularly and we would miss that. So we decided to write to each other. This was a few years ago, but it came up again during an email session, and then this week I found a beautiful card with a lovely letter from her in the mailbox.
So, tonight, I sat down and wrote back to her. I wrote to her like I used to write to my grandmother. I always tried to give a sense of where I was and the small things that I noticed that were interesting or different or somehow making my life cozy. This way, I can imagine her, sitting with a cup of tea, enjoying reading my letter and having a feeling of being present in my life, in small ways.
Email has its place and I do enjoy it as a way of touching base, but writing a letter is almost a gift and an act of caring, in a way, or at least it is for me. And! I will have the pleasure of a return letter and the anticipation of waiting for it to come! It is a kind of savoring of life.