Want a letter from the road?
Wherever I’m waking–Japan or South Korea–I’ll write to you and send you a small blessing.
Postcard from the Road
8€
A few lines, handwritten wherever the road takes me that day, either from South Korea or Japan. A small annyeonghaseyo or konnichiwa (hello) with infinite optimism, sent from somewhere far with a stamp from the place I stood when I wrote it.
A Letter from the Road with Origami Fortune Bringer Daikokuten 大黒天
18€
Three pages, handwritten slowly over a cup of tea. Inside is a small paper fortune, hand-folded from traditional washi paper along the way. Daikokuten is one of the seven divinities (Shichi Fukujin) in Japanese tradition, known to bring quiet, confident contentment.
A Letter from the Road with a Japanese Omamori
28€
Three handwritten pages (or more depending on the flow) written with genuine kindness. Inside, I place a Japanese Omamori, which I acquired at a temple along the path. It’s a small blessing, sent from Japan to you, to remind you that life is bountiful even when it all seems very difficult at times.
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In Praise of Handwritten
In times of fast, sent emails, a handwritten postcard or letter holds attention and time that an email cannot replace. It reminds us that we are not alone in this world. Instead, it is a small encouragement that someone out there took the time and care to write to you.
May it remind you that you are not alone, because life surrounds you at every step. I understand that modern technology gives us the impression that we are all connected but then why are so many people around the world feeling lonely and disconnected? I believe it’s because life runs under immaculate filters of perfection. Whilst constantly comparing, we enter a chase that no person can ever win. Life as it is lived simply is not perfect, and connection cannot be found in virtual worlds but only in authentic lived togetherness. It’s in our very own hands where the quiet beauty resides.
May my humble letters remind you that we humans are all offsprings of a bountiful world that only knows becoming—sometimes becoming as creation and growth, sometimes becoming as decay and death—but isn’t it all just shape-shifting in the end?