Correspondence, magic and the dreamer.

As I attempted to organize my (very) small room today and sort some of the many things I’ve inherited from my Grandmama Moo (I have been very lucky to inherit two beautiful little writing desks, one from my step grandma and one from Moo), attempting to sort the massive amount of writing materials into my two desks had me beyond overwhelmed, I hadn’t even begun to understand the beautiful collection of writing materials that Moo had, still I’m in awe, she had the most wonderful collection of postcards! Some to send out to friends and some for her own personal collection which is sorted into binders beautifully.
Even before I was a teenager I had discovered my love for writing and much like Moo my love for sending and receiving beautiful cards via snail mail, an art form and a hobby that has been abandoned by many nowadays and very much so by my generation… to my utmost despair.

The depth of the loss of my Moo slowly has been sinking in, it’s layers, constant layers that one has to find a way through over what feels like a very long time, in my experience sometimes years…. And so it has struck me that I have no one to write to anymore, Moo and I had an extensive history of correspondence and here I have her ‘writers dream of a collection’ of correspondence materials and no one to write to…

Moo and I would write about the trees, the sunsets, the flowers on her patio, how she loved the sea, magic, romance, cherry blossoms and our hopes and dreams in life, we had a language, a heart connection and a mutual love for the written word that I felt no one else truly understood, it was our soul food and corresponding with each other kept our dreams alive.
Of course it’s been sometime since she was able to write, the last year really she couldn’t manage, her eye sight and weariness made writing difficult, she often would have one of her grandchildren help her to respond to friends as it was easier than struggling to herself.

Denial, not wanting to see the truth of her age and the reality that she was not going to somehow recover from things was something that I struggled to accept, when someone has been in your life for always it’s hard to imagine them not being there, it’s still hard and likely will be for sometime.

I can’t stop writing, not ever, somehow I will find a way to forge on and though there will never be another Moo to dream with, perhaps through time I can find a few to write with and continue my Grandmama’s passion… weaver of stories… Until then I shall write to her, I shall write to her here and share with you dear readers the way Moo and I saw things and how that magic picked us up and carried us throughout our days.

"Not all those who wander are lost" J.R.R. Tolkien

“Not all those who wander are lost” J.R.R. Tolkien

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4 thoughts on “Correspondence, magic and the dreamer.

  1. hello Emma, I’m a friend of your dearest Moo, for over 40 years,I looked forward on my birthday in August, to receive a letter filled with Swee’s lovely writing, news and photos of her beloved family, her jagged words on different sorts of paper, a dried flower or two, birthday greetings that transport me back to our long walks on Spanish Banks, our many conversations: her uttering “oh yes….” Bless her beautiful soul, all of you, and my treasured memories of Swee, and my collection of those cards in my desk in New York.

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    • Thank you for sharing Muna, it’s such a blessing to hear from Moonie’s loved ones, I miss her so much, her language and way of seeing the world was special and is so dear to me, I only hope to carry on in her footsteps, thank you again for your visit here and sharing, it is much appreciated. The memories of her and all the good times will live on always while we continue to share and never let those good times fade away. ❤️

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