A beautiful, Fall, Saturday afternoon. After a brief gathering, we were given our assignment = start writing a series of 7 notes to one recipient. Luckily, I happened to have a few favorite postcards in my bag and Mark, our leader, generously offered picks from his own rich collection. Bedecked with a delicious cappuccino, a bag of my favorite pens, a variety of special postcards, a strip of fun postage stamps - I set out to find my spot to get to work.
I landed at a corner table outside with a direct view to the outdoor alley. Not pictured in this photo, but present for some time, was a lone saxophone player completing the scene. It took only a few minutes to decide my recipient and then, about 5 - 10 more to put pen to a card. I'm wondering, now, if the afternoon's musician would have been a guitarist or anything other than a saxophone player - if my choice of the recipient would have differed?
An hour passed so quickly, I only finished 3.5 cards before it was time to gather together again and share some thoughts. I'm meeting new people, finding new coffee shops, and dedicating almost 2 hours each Saturday to explore, share, and practice my love and the art of correspondence.
(Thank you, Johnny Dolan, for thinking of me when you saw this class offering.)
