By Meredith Kaiser
Maya
Angelou once said that when she prayed for someone, a wonderful thing happened,
not only hopefully for the person for whom she was praying, but for her as
well.
That is
how I feel about my writing. When people ask me, “What do you write?” I usually
say essays or I may mention my scattered and incomplete novel. But what I want
to say is, “I am a writer of thank you notes.”
Yes, I
have written articles for work, essays, blogs, short stories, and pieces of a
novel. But really, what I am stirred to write consistently are notes of
gratitude, congratulations, encouragement, and sympathy. I also write what I
call, “I see you” cards; as in, “I see all that you do or how you are feeling,
and it matters.” I can’t explain why I need to do this.
I’ve been
told that these cards make people cry. Or laugh. I often cry or laugh as I
write them. Before sealing the envelope, I re-read my words several times to
listen to what I’ve said. Is this what I want to say? Sometimes I start over. I
want each letter to stitch the meaning I intend onto the paper. Is this exactly
what I would say to the person if they were in front of me? I’m sure I don’t
get it right every time, maybe never. But I believe that a blank note card,
filled with my own words and in my own fevered handwriting is the next best
thing to eye contact and a solid hug.
Bowing to
this impulse, years ago, I began keeping a supply of assorted blank note cards
at home and at my office. I keep stamps in my purse at all times. I am a
rapid-fire note dispenser. The moment I hear that a co-worker lost her mother
or that a friend is having surgery, I can reach out to them by mail to meet
them where they are. The beauty of mail is that the recipient has the privacy
to receive the message and to take it in how or when she chooses.
I don’t
know if that’s what most people think of when they think of a writer, but I
know that reaching an audience of one via a handwritten note keeps me setting
words on paper. It won’t put me on the New
York Times bestseller list, but loving others by doing what I love the most
pays the greatest reward, if not the bills.
H, Meredith. Why not gather your best notes into book form?
ReplyDeleteWhat Laura said. My thoughts exactly.
ReplyDeleteThere is too little of what you take the time to do with your notes.
Thank you for the kindness.