Mail

I want to say that mail is a powerful thing. But, as I consider what different countries call letters and packages--mail, post, airmail, shipping--mail is not a thing, but actually a verb that has been turned into a noun for every day uses. The meaning--and the power--however, still resides in the action.

This morning I recieved online messages from those I love and care about back home whom have just recieved mail from me: Mother's Day presents, crafty gifts, creative connections. In turn, I'm sitting at my computer smiling, still not able to fully comprehend how things packed in little envelopes and boxes travel 6,000 miles from one person to another.

Think about each pair of hands that touched that package: me, the guy at the Royal Post that put it in the bag, the person that picked up the bag to take it to the shipping center, the trucks, the planes, the person from the USPS who unloaded the plane, the person who sorted it, the local postman, you.

There was a certain amount of care and love that went into getting that piece of mail from here to there. Even if someone in between hates their job, even if the recepient is disappointed by the contents, the act of posting a letter is connecting.

The potential in a single piece of mail is awesome and staggering.