I have just received the most delightful item through the post. I discovered it whilst wandering round my house looking for something to inspire or motivate me to move.
Now most letters that come through my door are largely disappointing. They look colourful, but once I have read past the headlines (and deciphered whether they are inviting me to sign up for the most ‘incredible’ new service or simply reminding I am already signed up), there isn’t much substance that is of interest to me. So I often relegate it to the second drawer down in my desk and revisit it when necessary to do administration, or it gets dropped into the paper recycling.
So imagine my delight when I noticed this white envelope was not like the others. There was no postage stamp, no plastic window with my details extracted from a long database peeking through, no brand stamped on the corner, no return address – this white envelope simply said:
It had been hand delivered. It was not flat in form. It was a little bumpy. I let my mind wander for a minute and imagine a few possible sources for the mystery package. Yet, I had not let my mind wander far enough – as I had not imagined that inside I would find:
Not just a biscuit. But a hand baked cookie that had chocolate embedded into it, wrapped up preciously in brown paper. I peeled open the paper and took a quick bite. It was delicious. I thought about waiting to eat the rest later, so that perhaps I would appreciate it more. But after a quick moment of thought – I decided just to enjoy the biscuit now. I am glad I did. Behind the biscuit was an invite, one that offers me the chance to put creative ideas into action and join:
A place where a myriad of creative practices will come together, to share existing work and create new. I don’t really know what will happen in this time, I don’t really mind what happens. At this point, it is simply nice to be invited. No doubt I will report back here with the results at some point. In the mean time, I am simply going to ponder what I can bring to the circle, how nice it is to receive a surprising letter on a Sunday and how tasty the biscuit was.
Words & Images © Hazel Saunderson