For the last several years, I’ve been collecting goofy objects, divvying them into little packages, and offering to mail them to folks in need of a pick-me-up. I’ve dubbed them tchotchke boxes; the bric-a-brac inside may or may not be valuable or useful but it’s fun and maybe worth having to someone, if only for a glance and a chuckle.
I put a handful of these together a few times a year then ask around social media for a name and address and I’ll mail something,1 postage paid (only in the lower 48, sorry). I also emphasize how so many people struggle with depression and mental illness—and if it’s not you, dear reader, it is definitely someone you know. Take a moment.
No, really.
Take a moment.
Take several moments. And maybe a few breathes, too.
One of the best results of this project has been that, because I mail these without my name on ‘em, recipients don’t know who sent ‘em. They reach out and ask around and inadvertently get (back) in touch with friends and family. I think this is beautiful. I hope it goes at least some of the distance in fighting these insidious battles with our brain and body. It wasn’t my goal. It’s even better.
The quandary has been a combo in how to get the word out (though maybe not too far, since postage is pricey) and how to encourage folks to take a moment. Truly. Take. A. Moment.2
I suspect it’s hard for most of us to stop scrolling and reflect on anyone’s mental state (especially our own). However, I bet if you did it RIGHT NOW you could come up with a list of, say, three people who are having a rough go of things right now.
You can include yourself on this list. It’s okay. I would love to mail you something.
In the meantime, this is what I see on my window ledge, and here is a video of its creation set to a piano solo I improvised ages ago. I hope this helps you pause and breathe.
Love,
Elizabeth
Hint hint! Just get me a name and address! Do it!
Did you read that with an emphasis on each capitalized word and a little pause at each period? Punctation is so cool!