Sent~Sept

I sent some mail before I left for europe but didn't keep a log of who it was to.
Eiik.
This week finding a working scanner is on my top 5 list.



Sept 29th
Elyse
Sophie
Neal
Natasha
Erin
Anja

Oct. is already alot better.

Mathew John

Getting back to it.

I wrote and sent 3 cards this week. You might remember this postcard. I got it from Neal but added my own twist when I went and saw bodyworlds for myself. Cute tip jar thing?
Sent off to Natasha who I have felt a guilt for not mailing in weeks. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.

Europe postcards here I write,

Mathew John

Broken.

The reason for my blogging disappearance is due in part to a broken scanner.
Also the summer is just really hard for me to find time to write. (less time spent hiding in my bed)

Mathew John

Sent ~ July

This postcard was almost placed into it's own envelope and sent back to Victioria for Elyse. Natasha sent it but it is so Elyse. I talked about Fan Tan but my gosh it is so perfect.

I feel that I need to rendevous with Natasha before the year is out. Talk about love and failures. It's weird how much we share with each other. Can you be more honest and straight to the point when your strangers.

Other news...my penpal ship is back on with Megan E. and Katie S. Both disappeared from the radar. Both were lost after my 3 posts rule. Breaking it. That's the new me....rule breaker.

Other rules broken: Sent.

With a cell phone not working and ruining my life. I lost track so here's what I did have.

July 14
Peter
Aja

July 16
Erin

July 21
Mark
Natasha
Elyse
Sophie
Charley

July 26
Neal
Natasha
Erin
Elyse

Maybe more but I lost track and lost my memory.

Welcome to August,
Mathew

Love is in the air.

My first wedding invitation. Trying to find a way to make it to Italy for the celebration. The invitation was designed by Jenny Fisher. Very beautiful.

This is the note placed in the card on top. The lady is thinking about the wind.

Summer days.
LOVE LOVE LOVE.

Mathew John

Stitched with love.

Busy day. I ended up not making it to the mailbox till midnight. What a lovely surprise.

"I miss the feeling of inspiration"

"I am living for myself and that is both exciting and limitless and terrifying."

~Charley

I couldn't agree more with this letter. My search never feels over. The mind goes to fast. I make my body go fast to slow down my mind. When can I stop moving to stop thinking?

Off to write my response,

Mathew John

Behind but busy.

It's almost gotten me sad lately because with my daily visit to the mail box producing nothing new.

Here's some cheers from Charley who thinks I'm great.



Then again I'm not writing as many postcards as I used too.

Maybe new pen pals who are old friends will kick this summer pen to paper difficulty.
Ainsley is my dear friend who has taken off and moved to Australia for life and love. I spent the summer roaming around with her sister Barbra in Quebec.

Since we were tweens Ainsley has had the best for of story telling. One day I will load one up.


Another set of sisters: The Boutilier.

Hopefully if you read this your close enough to make a visit at sometime to Saltspring Island. So perfect it could be a cult community. I had the pleasure to go to a wedding and stay at one of the most amazing houses every.
Also my favourite cafe in Quebec city is called Temps perdu. (Lost times)





Neal has a way of showing up in random places full a smiles. The same happens in my mail box.

We are that friendship that doesn't exchange numbers but look forward to the next run in. It is almost better in todays world to have friends whose contact is slightly limited and not so instantaneous.












"How can I save the world with nutrition if I can't even remember the difference between soluble and insoluble fibre?" -Erin G.

Happy to have Erin home safe from Nepal. It makes me want to get in my car and drive 6 hours to get that hug. Thank the heavens that the mail only takes a couple of days verses weeks.

This card comes from a night market on her layover in Hong Kong. It is it's own wonderment how I have all these pieces of paper from all over the world in my red velvet box. Memories and moments.