“The one good thing about not seeing you is that
I can write you letters.” ― Svetlana Alliluyeva
This is a project by M., who lives in Edinburgh/Sydney, and by T., who lives in Manila.
When we began there were, give or take, 6,605 miles between us:
We were approximately 8 hours apart, with the day just starting for one of us, while for the other, it has almost ended.
Now, we write from Sydney to Manila. From 6,605 miles, to 6,264 km. Leap-frogging time zones. Ahead, now behind, now ahead.
How do we bridge that gap? How do we fill in the rest of the hours, and tell of what happened, what we did, what we felt?
Here, on this paper, there are only you and me, and the things that each of us tries so hard to understand, clambering up through long, long researches into the past, and thinking ponderously and seeking, and finding that for which we looked a glorified question mark.
― John Steinbeck
Remember the quiet wonders.
The world has more need of them than it has for warriors.
― Charles de Lint
A real love letter is made of insight, understanding, and compassion. Otherwise it’s not a love letter. A true love letter can produce a transformation in the other person, and therefore in the world. But before it produces a transformation in the other person, it has to produce a transformation within us. Some letters may take the whole of our lifetime to write.
― Thich Nhat Hanh
This is another way for us to get in touch, and to share reflections from our daily life. This is an attempt to record the things we notice upon waking, and before sleeping. Most of all: this is a journey, and someday it will lead us to each other’s doors.
All words and photos by M. and T., unless otherwise noted.