Slice of Life Challenge – March 24 – Postcards and Praises

I arrived home today and discovered, there in my mailbox, a postcard from Glenda Funk. She’d recently traveled to Thailand and sent me a card.

“Add Thailand to your bucket list,” she urged. She knows I enjoy visiting new places.

A postcard from Glenda!

Glenda is my travel guru. If I’m going on a trip, I’m asking Glenda about what to do in that corner of the world. In fact, she’s shared some travel notes with me over the past few weeks. Our plans to go to Glacier National Park will be delayed for a year since one of the main tours is sold out. So instead, we’re planning to drive the eastern half of Route 66 and eat in some retro diners with 5,000 calorie cheeseburgers and 10,000 calorie milkshakes and stay in some iconic motels (yes, the kinds that are dated with actual bedspreads and have doors that open to the outside world and might have a ring in the tub and stain or two on the rug, and pillows that might only have half their stuffing left but it’s okay because we probably won’t get much sleep anyway with that neon sign humming and illuminating the entire room through the thin curtains in the window).

Glenda had a couple of must see suggestions for me. Please share yours, too. I love comparing travel notes – – (would you believe I just discovered that Pandora has a Route 66 station?? )

I was strolling through a small town recently looking for some next-town-over postcards when I saw a display of unusual ones. They weren’t the landmark scenes I expected for the Walking Dead town I was in, but rather obscure shots of views of the town from unexpected angles with different slants of light. One was taken from the ground, looking up from underneath the water tower with a glint of sun’s rays angling down like a stairway to Heaven. Another appeared to be taken from the top of a hedge near a fence by a livestock feeding trough on someone’s backyard farm.

“I just updated those,” I heard a female voice from behind the counter explain.

“You made these?” I asked of the tall woman, about my age, peering up over her marbled reading glasses on a chain.

She nodded. “I did. I try to change them up every few months to show there is more to this town than our visitors realize. I take the shots and send them off for publication through VistaPrint.”

I complimented her photography, thanked her for sharing her ideas, and selected several cards to purchase.

This all got me thinking about the ways we travel and what we see – – and, more important, all that we don’t see. It led to my thinking about the people whose experiences I value so much – travel gurus and writing community members who give me glimpses into the world from angles I would never otherwise see – those places my own feet may never pass. For today, it also led me to a post from a member who says she almost didn’t write this month because of her grief over the loss of a loved one – – but she courageously took a bold step and climbed over her sadness and honest fears to post. I thought of my own mother’s death and how my writing community was my lifesaver. Those days, my friends, are the longest journeys we’ll ever take – – the inward ones. The kinds of journeys for which there are no postcards.

There has never been a more important time to celebrate the love of a writing community than today ~ to ring the bells and blow the airhorns and fire up the music and dance in the streets for all we have in our fellow writers. We share recipes and book reviews. We gather ideas. We explore hobbies. We take vicarious adventures. We encourage each other and offer our shared experiences, sometimes opening up in ways we would never do with our in-person friends and family. We even seek advice and suggestions. We share health concerns, herbal treatments, and children’s milestones. We pen lines of poetry, we relive childhood, we share the most scenic camping spots and the quaintest coffee shops. We reminisce (and even resurrect moments with the dearly departed). We look out windows, watch snow melt and rain fall and sun shine and flowers bloom. We laugh and cry about stuff.

And we step out into the light of day knowing that we are choosing to connect with others as we channel life.

I’m celebrating this community – and you – today. It’s a day to say thank you, two dozen days into the writing challenge.

9 Replies to “Slice of Life Challenge – March 24 – Postcards and Praises”

  1. This is a powerful post. I love the new-angles post cards and how it led you to the many angles we get to view by reading each other’s posts. I haven’t written yet today, the first morning that I don’t have a post ready at sunrise. I’ll be looking for new angles all day. Thank you for yours.

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  2. Kim,
    I have a big grin on my face seeing that photo of you and the postcard that finally arrived. It took its time. Where did it go on its journey. I wonder if there’s a way to find out. If you were driving the western part of route 66, I’d tell you where to get ice cream in Arizona along a desolate stretch and send you to Flagstaff, and if bourse, Santa Monica pier where the road ends. I bet there’s a starting point w/ a sign in Chicago. Snap a photo. Make some postcards, a fabulous idea I’m trying. And I echo Melanie’s comments and yours about our writing communities. You, my friend, are among the blessings I’ve received through writing.

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  3. I love how you captured not only the moment of getting a post card from Glenda (how cool! Thailand!) but also your love and appreciation for the whole Slicer community. I’ll never forget your dedication to getting to the dinner in a boot! Many blessings here!

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  4. What a gift to find you celebrating all of us! A beautiful post, Kim. This line about writing into/from a place of grief is so true for me, “Those days, my friends, are the longest journeys we’ll ever take – – the inward ones.” – my eyes watered as I read this; it is brave to write into this pain. Love Glenda’s postcard! She is a travel guru!

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  5. Kim, you’ve packed a lot into this post. I was especially moved by your referencing how difficult it is to move through times in our life when we are deeply grieving. I know writing has helped me to heal. Sometimes, however, I have found that not everyone is open to those kinds of feelings so it’s great when you have someone who can say just the right thing. Btw, Glenda is a travel guru, and I love your selfie holding the card. Love your wonderful celebration of all the bloggers provide in this space.

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  6. Kim, I appreciated your thoughts today, and the reasons for celebrating. For so long I didn’t consider myself to really be a writer, just a dabbler. This community has helped me see myself differently.
    Thank you for your writing today!

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  7. Kim, there’s nothing like a writing community, as you beautifully illustrate. “Channeling life” – yes. Writing to me is a celebration of the gift of life – and a lifeline in the darkest parts, as you mention also. It is a unique means of finding courage within yourself and certainly from others when your own strength falters. I know all these things you say to be so true. I know just how much every comment on a post and the wonderful surprise of a postcard can brighten a day immeasurably. Your Glacier National Park trip sounds exciting – I can only imagine the anticipation building!

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