Monday Inspiration: Write a Letter

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It’s Monday, and if you are like me, you are really feeling the burn. If I don’t get started on laundry I am afraid the laundry police will come and haul me away. There is grocery shopping to be done, the dog needs attention, and I just recovered from the usual Sunday night scramble to get everything done. You know that scramble, that whole dance you do before Monday comes and shows her pretty face.

I realized I have talked to a dozen friends and family today, maybe even more. But I am not sure I should use the words “talk to” it is more like “texted” or “facebooked.” And I have always been ok with that sort of communication. I will be the first to admit it is easier, quicker, and perfect for a multi-tasker like me. So I am under the impression, that if this sort of communication has become our staple in friendships, I can only assume that in the relationships arena it is no different.

So therefore, we are finding the beauty today in the love letter. Why? No one writes them anymore. Nuff’ said.

I want to share a lovely story with you to inspire you. Juliette Drouet was a French actress who lived in the early 1800’s. Over the course of fifty years she wrote letters to French writer Victor Hugo. These beautiful, inspiring, heartfelt letters had to leave Mr. Hugo speechless. They are full of beautiful words, heartfelt expression, and are just the kind of letter every person would love to get.

So on this busy Monday, I leave you with her words. Not mine. Hopefully they will inspire you, or make your heart flutter as they do when I read them. And maybe, just maybe, your fingers will stop texting, and scribble a quick note to someone you love instead. We can always hope.

Write a letter to someone you love today. Set down the phone. Forget texting. Pick up a pen and let the magic happen.

Dearest Hugo,

If only I were a clever woman, I could describe to you my gorgeous bird, how you unite in yourself the beauties of form, plumage, and song!

I would tell you that you are the greatest marvel of all ages, and I should only be speaking the simple truth. But to put all this into suitable words, my superb one, I should require a voice far more harmonious than that which is bestowed upon my species – for I am the humble owl that you mocked at only lately, therefore, it cannot be.

I will not tell you to what degree you are dazzling and to the birds of sweet song who, as you know, are none the less beautiful and appreciative.

I am content to delegate to them the duty of watching, listening and admiring, while to myself I reserve the right of loving; this may be less attractive to the ear, but it is sweeter far to the heart.

I love you, I love you. my Victor; I can not reiterate it too often; I can never express it as much as I feel it.

You are not only the solar spectrum with the seven luminous colours, but the sun himself, that illumines, warms, and revivifies! This is what you are, and I am the lowly woman that adores you.

Your Juliette

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Be inspired friends!