Posted by Amy Baranski
I've decided to start practicing a social media Shabbat--which means that from sundown Friday to sundown Saturday I'm going to unplug from the social networks and devote my time to slower activities. This month will be devoted to letter writing. I asked Facebook friends who wanted me to postmark them a letter this month and I got a whopping 14 responses! Might not seem like a big number but these are letters not just notes, so I need to make some headway and some space for this activity. Hopefully this Shabbat will help me do that. Eventually I'd like to turn this into a technology Shabbat. It's a trendy thing to do but it seems worth while. I'll tell you how it goes. You can read more about this idea in the article The Longest Day...
Okay the sun is setting over the Cascades and so I unplug.
Friday, February 15, 2013
A love letter
Dear February,
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You are often regarded as one of the dreariest months in Seattle. It's always, always, always best to vacation to the sunny places in November and February.
But, February I realize you've just been playing hard to get all these years.
Ever since I started planting things here I've seen you in a different light. Today is the perfect example.
February, in just 15 days you've given us rain and fog, dry and cracked winter hands, and a chill to the bone. Even this morning's outlook didn't look promising. But you've also shown us the spears of bulbs breaking through the earth and the vernal buds on the trees that will blossom in a few months time. And today you've given us the gift of SUN!
My windows are open to you, February. Consider that gesture the equivalent of throwing open my blouse. You're not as frigid as you make yourself out to be. I dare say I even like you February. In fact, O month of LOVE, I think I lurrrrve you.
Sincerely,
Amy
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But, February I realize you've just been playing hard to get all these years.
Ever since I started planting things here I've seen you in a different light. Today is the perfect example.
February, in just 15 days you've given us rain and fog, dry and cracked winter hands, and a chill to the bone. Even this morning's outlook didn't look promising. But you've also shown us the spears of bulbs breaking through the earth and the vernal buds on the trees that will blossom in a few months time. And today you've given us the gift of SUN!
My windows are open to you, February. Consider that gesture the equivalent of throwing open my blouse. You're not as frigid as you make yourself out to be. I dare say I even like you February. In fact, O month of LOVE, I think I lurrrrve you.
Sincerely,
Amy
Thursday, February 7, 2013
No Postage Required
Posted by Melissa BaumgartToday I wrote a letter to ______________. Sometimes I call it the Universe. You might call it God or Goddess or something else. I took it all kinds of hippie style and hand-wrote my deepest frustrations and longings on a piece of lined paper and then I burned it. I burned all those words and feelings into ash.
I tried to be all spiritual about it as it burned. But the truth of the matter was, I was too cold and feared burning the whole building down. Plus, I was too worried someone was going to walk by and think, "Now, what in the hell is that crazy lady doing burning something here on the city sidewalk? Hippie." Exactly.
Nevertheless, I now sit somewhere between satisfaction and apathy. Part of me wants to believe a symbolic gesture like that matters. And the other part of me, well, it just doesn't believe anything matters except the tangible things and actions in life and the intangible feelings we experience in the presence of others. Either way, I did write a letter today. Did you?
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