#06 - On Searching for Wonder

Dear Friend,

Today’s letter begins with an apology; there are no excuses. I let my laziness get in the way, again. Moments like this, where my laziness wins, have been happening all the more frequently since March. I do not think it is a coincidence; I am also afraid of exploring this any further. Today is Monday; I am sorry.

If I had known that a time would come when I would be craving the halls of Malory Towers, I would have paid more attention to where Mother packed my books when we moved. I do not remember giving them away. I do not remember them going ‘missing’, like my Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone that vanished from my library a bare month after it arrived; Mother approved of Malory Towers. I have no idea where they are. I have spent all week searching for copies of Malory Towers and I honestly did not envision such a herculean task. (P.S: If you can help me in some way, I will really appreciate it. Thanks!)

Do you find it hard to apologise, friend? I find that a number of people struggle with acknowledging their faults and apologizing appropriately. Now that I think about it, I struggle with it sometimes; I will never be able to apologize to a particular person now. I wonder if it is the shame in finding yourself flawed and in the wrong or the pride that the other person is hurt by your actions; I am oversimplifying this. For me, I think it was the shame. Which I guess is weird now, because the shame is still here. The person is not.

Or Howl’s Moving Castle. Sorry, I am referring to books that I had that the thought of reading brings vaguely fond memories, and am now searching for. I also do not know where my copy is, if I could call it mine, as it was a borrowed copy. I love the anime by Studio Ghibli; it is a personal favourite. It was so easy for me to dream then that these days I am unsure of the memories I have whenever I watch the movie - why do I have these vague memories that seem to predate my viewing of the movie. I should read the book again. I wonder if it will rekindle some old spark, remind me of something lost. I have forgotten how to dream.

How does one describe Artemis Fowl?

I have spent the last week gathering a couple of my favourite books from my childhood. So, think Camp Half-Blood, Fowl Manor, and that house in Skulduggery Pleasant – Valkyrie’s Uncle Gordon’s house. What are some of your favourite reads from those simpler times? Alex Rider? Animorphs? A Series of Unfortunate Events? I still remember my excitement at reading that line as a kid: How does one describe Artemis Fowl? I am looking forward to seeing how the Fowl Twins compare. (Yes, there is a book.)

To dream. I am wondering about that phrase - if I have used it as I would like it to mean, as it feels to me. I am curious as to if this my journey through my old books yields some kind of clarity about that phrase, something I can share with you – a reward for all your troubles. I am almost sure though that it might rekindle a little joy and/or wonder in my imagination. I still got excited while reading that line.

I hope that you are better than yesterday, a little lighter. Public holidays; I hope the world slows long enough for you to take a moment to breathe. The world will be here the day after, and for more days after that.

I am looking forward to reading more chapters of the One Piece manga this week. Monkey D. Luffy might just be my favourite MC. What’s the one thing you are looking forward to this week? Start from there. Breathe.

Have a lovely week!

 Signing off to Lost by Maroon 5

“…Searching and searching for someone to save my soul, ooh”

Sine Cera

Osondu

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