I had a penpal when I was younger, and I was thinking a few days back about how we had been writing back and forth for quite some time, and that I can rule that this penpal experiment of ours had been successful, and that it will continue being so in the futur should I choose another pen pal.. Nice feeling, that is.
I feel like we’re a part of something different and special because we’re living in a world that is fast-paced, that is changing every minute, that is full of technology and new things, and here we are writing letters to each other. Yes, I know technically, we are emailing them, instead of posting them to one another the old-fashioned way, but this is better because we can write everyday, without waiting to hear from each other for weeks and days.
Okay, hold on, I just had an image of me tying scrawls of a letter to my raven and sending it my penpal’s way. I wrote the letter with an actual quill dipped in dark blue ink with beautiful penmanship. I am also wearing a corseted Victorian style dress, but my corset’s secretly slutty, well because, it’d be a shame not to be a secretly slutty Victorian woman if ever given the chance 😛 And I keep my hair open, unlike the other women who braid their hair or put it in buns like proper ladies, and wear incredibly huge and decorative hats. They frown upon me just because of that. Victorian men and women were snobs, I tell you. Ohh this is turning out to be an interesting story. I will continue this story in another rambling maybe. How and where did I, Victorian Cat cross paths with the heavily booted, ever smirking and charming person? And why are we exchanging secret letters? Are we secret Victorian assassins planing to murder the queen or are we members of the elite cult of Master Penmen? Find out in the next episode of Victorian Cat Tales 😀
Oops, I digressed quite a lot. So, as I was saying, here we are writing letters and slowing down the world and time in our own way. I think there are certain things that can slow down the world – handwritten or typed letters, quiet starry nights, quiet cloudy nights, storms with thunder and lightening, secondhand books and diaries with yellowed brittle pages, reading amazing novels, black and white photographs capturing moments, kissing, empty beaches (specially at night) with waves, valleys untouched and surrounded by hills or mountains, listening to beautiful music alone or with only one or two people present in any of these settings, the way leaves on trees dance around with sunbeams as if only they can hear the music, watching rain fall through a window and catching the fragrance of wet mud in the air, the smell of rosecookies as Christmas comes closer (you have to come to my house to experience this one), watching old sitcoms and series like The Wonder Years or movies like It’s a Wonderful Life all snuggled up in your pjs with the family, laughing till the tummy hurts, watching your dog snuggle up to you sleepily as you pet, scratch and have one-sided conversations (which they seem to understand) with them, watching someone’s face as they sing to you, whispered or low conversations and rambles in the night with just one other person next to you, sipping on a steaming mug of hot chocolate or coffee as you take in any of these moments – I’m sure I forgot quite a lot and haven’t experienced many more, or simply, didn’t look hard enough.
Sometimes, we forget to take a breather. Sometimes, we forget that it’s us who have to stop running and slow down first in order to watch the world slow down. When the world slows down, you find moments that got lost in the rush hour; moments that were small yet were meant to be savored and appreciated. They were right there in front of you all this time. They just needed you to be still and look harder for them.
I just took a moment to appreciate that I had an entire person who used to slow down the world for me when I would forget to do so. How awesome is that?
PS. What slows down the world for you? And for what, or for whom, do you slow down the world?