There is just something I love about handwriting. I developed my own alphabet style when I was 13 and I feel like it represents who I am. It’s flowy and sharp at the same time. It goes outside the lines of normal but not in a rebellious way, more of a “going the extra mile” feel.
I was talking one night with a Belizean friend about how much I value handwritten notes. I always feel that when I touch something that has not only been handled by another person but changed, it makes it special and beautiful. I have a deeper connection with handwritten letters than text on a screen.
Since I can’t write each of you who have subscribed to my blog a letter I want to share some of the beautiful handwritings of Belize. Some are from a recipe book Dianna’s mother made her when she got married, some were Dianna’s own additions to the cookbook, two are handwritten letters to me from new friends as I left them, and a few are postcards I wrote home.
I hope you can see what I see when I look at those pages: the cadence of the loops, the crunched letters to make sure there is space, the dropping of food as the words on the page were brought to life and applied in real time, the tear marks from the emotion the letter drew, even the mistakes that make it known it was a first draft and instinctual like a conversation would be.
“The faintest ink is more powerful than the strongest memory” – Chinese Proverb
