Kindred Spirit Mailbox

Other Peoples Chairs

What is a chair? A Place to sit, kick your shoes off or rest maybe? I have taken photos over the years of chairs in the wild, benches at the beach, Adirondacks in someone’s yard and a few inside. Chairs are relaxing to me. Even the broken ones.

This book is a photo collection with quotes from friends, stories from my life and inspiration.

Kindred Spirit Mailbox

Sunset Beach, North Carolina

The sky was brilliantly blue, the sand soft beneath our feet. What lingers most in my memory is the profound stillness of that moment.

I sat with DeeDee on a simple wooden bench, the Kindred Spirit mailbox standing sentinel beside us. Inside, notebooks overflowed with the handwritten hearts of strangers, pages of grief, gratitude, love, and confession. Proof that words matter.

I wrote a letter that day.

I wrote about a memory I had been carrying for a long time. I didn’t overthink it. I didn’t polish it. I just let the truth spill onto the page. There is something sacred about writing things down. The written word forces you to slow down and sit with what is real. Once it’s on paper, you can see it clearly, and sometimes, you can finally let it go.

When I closed the notebook, I put it back in the mailbox and lifted the red flag.

That simple act felt powerful. It meant I was ready for someone else to read my words. A stranger. Someone climbing that dune on their own journey, who might open the box and find my letter waiting there. Anonymous, but witnessed. Private, yet shared.

There is power in being read.

There is power in trusting that your words might meet someone exactly where they are.

That day, I didn’t just leave a letter behind.. . .I left a piece of a memory and walked away lighter.

Sometimes healing looks like lifting a red flag and walking away.