Dear Friend,
It’s strange, isn’t it? In this world of high speed, connecting these days is as quick as messages that zing back and forth and practically buzzing with notifications every minute or so. It’s this crazy whirlwind of lightning fast exchanges but somehow I found myself drawn to something altogether different. Something slower. Something intentional. That’s when I found Slowly.
At first, I wasn’t sure what to expect. I thought, How could I possibly enjoy writing a letter that takes days to reach someone? But there was something inviting about the idea. It felt like stepping into another world—a place where people still took the time to write, to reflect, to share in a way that felt more meaningful than a quick text.
I started by writing my first letter. It was a simple one. Just a hello. A little introduction. But the act of sitting down, typing out each word, and taking the time to make it just right, felt different. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t about getting a reply right away. It was about forging a connection that wasn’t bound by ping pong of time zones or instant replies.
The real magic came when the first reply arrived. It took a few days—long enough that I had almost forgotten about my letter—but when it did, I was surprised by the thoughtfulness of the response. It was as though the other person had taken the time to read my words carefully and write back with the same level of care. It felt like a conversation happening across time, not just space.
And what I got back wasn’t just a casual chat or short answers. They were stories. Reflections. Glimpses into someone else’s life and thoughts. It felt like opening a small window into a completely different world, one that I wouldn’t have had access to if I had only relied on speed and convenience.
As I wrote more and more letters, I found myself getting excited about each new one. I would check my inbox every day, wondering if there was a new reply waiting for me. And it wasn’t just about the replies. It was about the experience of writing—taking time to craft a letter, to share something honest, something personal, even if it was just a simple thought about my day. I started to look at the world a little differently, slowing down just enough to notice the small things that I might have missed before.
And then, something unexpected happened: I started reaching out to people from parts of the world that I never would have thought possible to get in touch with. It’s been so exciting to have new friendships blossom. A letter from Japan. A response from Brazil. Letters flying from every slice of the globe, tied together by that simple act of sending and receiving, like links in an unending chain. We told each other stories of our different cultures along with our lives, and more than anything else, we shared thoughts about what life is all about. The distance didn’t matter. The time it took to write didn’t matter. What mattered was the connection.
Now, as I look back on my experience using Slowly, I realize how much it’s changed the way I see communication. It’s not just about the speed or urgency of a message. Sometimes, it’s about taking the time to reflect, to write, to think deeply about the words we choose, and to allow those words to travel across time and space to someone else. In this world full of hustle and bustle, slowly has helped me to see the enchantment in patience and the wondrous magic of waiting.
Yours in slow connection,
Daisy
