"don't wanna close my eyes..don't wanna fall asleep, cause I'd miss you & I don't wanna miss a thing" Aerosmith
I'm a postcard hound. I love the way they catch my eye, all shiny & glossy, spinning around on a tiny metal frame from just inside an airport gift shop or some little gas station window alongside the highway. They beckon me in to look closer, to pick them up & feel their feather weight within my hand. They intrigue me just enough to thumb through their beautiful images until I am compelled to purchase them & take them home.
I especially love that idea when I'm in NYC. There's something absolutely mystical about being enveloped in a massive city of gargantuan proportions & suddenly becoming mesmerized by the most miniature of tiny treasures. One has to stop & wonder how it's even possible for any one thing or any one person to capture our attention at all in this busy, bustling, infinite world of distraction. But somehow it does. Somehow they do. I guess no matter how majestically ornate the world around us grows or how technologically savvy we become, we're all still longing to be captivated. We still want to discover the world for ourselves, even when our lightning speed Internet connections & brilliant phones are so desperately hard at work sealing up the universe for our canned consumption.
I think what we really want is the slow-speed connection. Something tactile & truly meaningful. Something that even on a gloriously stunning day doesn't have to have a huge yellow "smiley face" sticker bolted on the front in order to give it purpose. Salt, sweat, tears. Someone with some bumps & bruises & a few philosophies that might just make us rethink our own. Some little piece of magic sooooo tiny, so ridiculously fragile that it might have fallen right through the cracks ...
had you not discovered it for yourself
Writing myself a postcard today with the caption "Wish I was Here" because I don't wanna miss a thing..
Hepburn Hugs & Ocasek Dreams...
xo
Birdee Bow
