Today, Jen writes to me of new years, of hope, and the beauty that can be found even in what feels like ordinary work:
“It’s the art of hope as you called it: believing that the unfinished things have all the possibility for becoming something lovely. I’ll just need to stand stirring a little while longer: waiting for the custard to firm, the roux to brown, the book to conclude, the marriage to deepen, the child to grow tall and wise. Of course it’s not a passive waiting but a very active one, a process that draws me into prayer and participation.”
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What began as a Twitter conversation between two writers has become an exchange of letters. Here’s where Postmarked began: