Wednesday, January 7, 2015
The season's happy mail
Because I commute between two cities, snail or postal (but I now prefer to describe it "happy") mail is doubly delayed. I get to open them many days, stretching to weeks, after I arrive in Pasig or Baguio. But it is with a child's delight that I open them--it's almost like holding the sender by her hand or having her seated across you as you chat inside a cafe, warming your hands around your respective coffee cups while the rain pours outside.
I reached Pasig last night with four envelopes awaiting me. Except for one postmarked Quezon City, each came from a great distance: Tokyo, New South Wales in Australia and Chicago.
My friend Arlene, a Pinay artist who has made Japan her home, even enclosed what she called a "sushi crane" delicately folded from a piece of glossy magazine page with the color picture of a platter of, yes, sushi. Like Australia-based pen pal Giselle, the card she chose has proceeds going to a worthwhile cause: Medecins de Monde, an international NGO.
Keep the mail alive. Keep their senders and recipients happy.