Why postcards work

Because they HANG AROUND.

In a wobbly stack of old photos in my childhood bedroom, two layers deep, I found this:


I've been feeling low: not much practice, not much songwriting; a lot of grocery shopping, a lot of cooking, a lot of taking care of Mom.

Practicing not scales and tunes but humility, patience, suffering, service.

So unearthing this postcard -- from April 18, 2010 -- was a balm for these days of deferral, and, yes, sometimes, discouragement.


Why Postcards?  What do they mean to me?  See the Postcard Project FAQ.