Little things that feed the flame

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Hello Hello!..


Well, it’s been quite a while!.. I’ve gone totally AWOL, haven’t I? Life took a little change of pace and, in keeping with my self-declared purpose of a ‘real and tangible life‘, I could not prioritize tapping away at my computer over actually living out the days away from it. I missed writing and was tempted to return here a few times. And, as you can see, here I am. Restarting 🙂 Giving it a try at least. Maybe less often and less regularly, but I do hope to keep sharing snippets of my life and thought with the small but lovely audience that used to visit this space.

In the meantime I have started a Facebook page. For all things small that do not really qualify for a blog entry. I am very aware of the tendency of our world to shred up meaningful narratives into weightless fragments of few-word status updates here and there, unable to convey much depth or sincerity. That is both the reason I stopped blogging (I felt unable to give it sufficient time and attention to dig deep enough) and the reason I am daring to take it up again (I believe it to be worth finding that time and effort). I miss sitting down and giving my thoughts time to materialize into a meaningful and shareable text that can in itself contain a level of ‘narrative’ rather than a fleeting declaration of the moment.

However, I am not immune to this tendency of short declarations, I suppose. Thus, the Pebble and Rainbow – something  between silence and actual writing. It is still at a very initial stage, but do feel free to check out (and maybe follow if you wish?..) As always, comments and reactions are very welcome!

Hope to see you soon 😉



Postcrossing: Snail Mail in the Increasingly Fast World + a Little Giveaway

Let me start with a question. When was the last time you sent somebody a letter? And I do not mean e-mail. Or a printed sheet to some company querying the bill you received. I mean, when did you last sit down with a clean sheet of paper in front of you and a pen in your hand and told somebody about what is happening in your life, how you are getting on?

I used to love writing letters when I was younger. When I went off to college, even though I talked to my parents on the phone, I would still get paper letters with news from home and write them back telling about my life. My friends studying abroad as well as the ones living in the same town would often receive my heart spilt on paper. The two years of “dating” with my husband were actually a long distance relationship with numerous letters travelling back and forth between Ireland and Lithuania. (It is nice to sometime flip through them now and be transported in time).

Fast forward 10 years and I find myself hardly ever writing a letter. Not because I have no time. Continue reading