Letters that find you. Messages that stay with you.
Not everything meaningful needs to arrive quickly.
There was a time when receiving a letter meant something.
You recognized the handwriting before you opened the envelope.
You wondered what was waiting inside.
And for a few moments, the rest of the world could wait.
The Two Feathers Letter Society was created in remembrance of that feeling.
Once each month, a letter leaves The Haven and begins its journey to you.
Not an email.
Not a notification.
Not another message asking for your attention.
A real letter.
Something you can hold in your hands, tuck into a drawer, leave beside your bed, or return to on a day when you may need its words differently than you did the first time.
Each letter is created with intention and accompanied by small, thoughtful surprises from the world of Two Feathers—little reminders to notice, to wonder, to create, to remember, and sometimes simply to know that somewhere in this very large world, someone thought of you.
Perhaps that is where the letter begins.
Something created to be opened slowly.
Once each month, an envelope leaves The Haven and begins its journey to you.
At its heart is a letter—written with intention and meant to meet you wherever you happen to be when it arrives.
Beyond that, I would rather leave a little room for mystery.
Each mailing is created individually around the spirit of that month's letter. And sometimes, the letter may not be the only thing waiting inside.
There is no fixed formula.
No checklist of things an envelope must contain.
And no two months need to look exactly alike.
What belongs there will be there.
Perhaps that is part of the pleasure of receiving something through the mail again:
you don't know everything waiting inside until you open it.
Some things are better left to discovery.
Not advice. Not answers. Simply something worth carrying with you.
The letters of the Two Feathers Letter Society are written for the ordinary days as much as the difficult ones.
They are not instructions for how to live.
They do not presume to know what you are going through or what you need.
Instead, each letter begins with something human.
A thought.
A story.
A question.
A reminder.
Something noticed along the way.
Some may invite you to look at something differently. Others may remind you of something you already knew but had temporarily forgotten.
A letter may make you smile.
It may make you think.
It may find its way into a journal or onto a bedside table.
Or perhaps you will tuck it away and discover it again months later, on precisely the day its words mean something different.
The letter does not decide what it will mean to you.
You do.
There are still some things worth waiting for.
Once a month, somewhere in The Haven, a new letter begins.
Not from a calendar of predetermined themes.
Not from a formula waiting to be followed.
It begins with whatever has been asking to be written.
Something I have noticed.
Something I have remembered.
A story that has stayed with me.
A question worth sitting beside.
A little piece of this strange and beautiful business of being human.
And when it is ready, I place it in an envelope and send it on its way.
Month after month, the letters begin to form something of their own.
Not a course to complete.
Not chapters that must be read in order.
Simply a collection of moments—each one arriving at a different place in your life.
You may keep them together.
You may leave one tucked inside a favorite book.
You may pass one along someday when you realize its words belong in someone else's hands.
Or you may simply open the mailbox one afternoon and smile because among everything else waiting there—
someone wrote to you.
Perhaps that is reason enough.
Something worth finding in the mailbox.
$11 per month
Once each month, a Letter Society mailing will leave The Haven and make its way to you.
Membership is month-to-month, and additional membership details, mailing information, and enrollment are available in the
Two Feathers Boutique.
There is still something wonderful about finding your name handwritten on an envelope.
Something that traveled through the world simply to find its way to you.
Perhaps the next one should be yours.
The light is on. Your letter is waiting.