Letters

I've been having this desire lately to write letters. Real letters, of the kind you put in an envelope and go to the post with them to have them delivered. It's much more personal and warmer than emailing or text messaging. In a world with more people than ever, we feel more and more alone. People at 20,000 km away can be reached in a few seconds, given a good Internet connection and a working computer. Yet have they ever seemed farther away than now?

There is a tendency to lock one's self in a shell, and not come out of there. I never had any sympathy for that process. (And look who's being a hypocrite.)

But back to letters. I want to write a letter to my spiritual father. And to my godmother, who I have not seen since August, I guess? And we live three minutes away from one another (back home, anyway...). I don't know what I would tell them, though. I simply know I want an Eucharist of words, to merge into the other, like in the ecfonis at the Divine Liturgy: "Şi ne dă nouă, cu o gură şi cu o inimă a slăvi şi a cânta preacinstitul şi de mare cuviinţă numele Tău..." I'd like that very much - people becoming one in spirit and in heart. A oneness of multitude, instead of a multitude of solitudes.