Letters from my brother…

I received some gorgeous presents for my birthday last week. I have such thoughtful friends and family, in-laws included, who consistently choose really thoughtful presents. So, so lucky.One of my favorite things was this book my brother gave me. It’s called ‘I sleep in haysheds and corners‘ and it’s a collaboration between 10 writers and 10 craft artists, all of whom come from Tasmania. I love it! It’s beautiful designed, the writing is rich and of course the added craft component just adds to its pure loveliness.  It’s edited by Ben Walter who has another book called ‘Below Tree Level’ that I bought from a market in Tasmania last year for Andy. He is a very talented guy, nice too and definitely worth supporting. Ben that is, not Andy. He’s nice but you know, it’s not all about him. Him being Andy, that is. Focus people.We read a lot in my family, it’s something I grew up doing with my brother and sisters and now completely support and encourage with my own children. So very important. We love writing too. I have love letters from my sisters, notes we used to push under each others doors and long essay-like devotionals squeezed into birthday and Christmas cards. I wrote many a book as a young girl, kept diaries and English was my favorite subject all thru high school. And although nowadays I email and text a fair bit I do like to send letters. I keep it up because I want the kids to do it and I think leading by example is the best parenting tool.
Lucky for me though I have a brother who is near impossible to reach on the phone so if I really want to keep in touch I have to write. He doesn’t have a mobile, email at home, Facebook etc. Freak or just really smart? Hmm…
We have been writing to each other for years and I get so excited when I see a postcard from him. (Which I realised, as I was lining a few up to take a photo, are coincidentally all book related at the moment!) It hasn’t always been smooth sailing between the two of us, but with writing we can put into words what we can’t speak out loud. Sometimes I’m the one doing all the writing and sometimes it’s him, depending on where we are at in our lives but always, always we are in touch.

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