avenoir - n. the desire that memory could flow backward
We take it for granted that life moves forward. But you move as a rower moves, facing backwards: you can see where you’ve been, but not where you’re going. And your boat is steered by a younger version of you. It’s hard not to wonder what life would be like facing the other way…
Today the Department of Teeny-weeny Wonders happened upon the tiniest post office we’ve ever seen. It’s so small that it fits inside the hollow of a tree located in the vast Tilden Regional Park in Orinda, CA. And it’s even more than a cute art installation. This wee postal station receives letters from hikers interested in striking up a correspondence with the tiny forest creatures who inhabit the woods and run this little office.
This exceptional tree stands at a fork in Tilden Park’s Curran Trail. It was created in December 2013 with the expectation that it wouldn’t last very long.
"The creators of the post office left little letters in the mailbox and after a couple of months simply left the whole thing to exist in secret. Much to their delight, when they returned to the spot six months later, they found that instead of deteriorating under the weather and woodland creatures, the post office had seemed to expand! Wanderers who had stumbled upon post office had added decorations, like miniature wall maps and trinkets on the desk; new notes had even been written and left in the mailbox."
Now the mysterious creators of this fairy post office regularly check the miniature mail and carry on written exchanges with the equally mysterious hikers who stop and leave letters for the chipmunks and fairies. These days the itty-bitty post office also distributes a wee newspaper, The Small Times.
When I was about 8 years old (in 1979), I was inexplicably embarrassed by the sound of my hard soled shoes clacking down the hallways at my elementary school. I’d heard somewhere that nurse’s shoes were whisper quiet… and for about a year I yearned for a pair of those lovely white, spongy soft whisper quiet shoes. The kinds with the slightly stacked heels.
Thanks to my mom for deftly avoiding that little fashion fiasco.