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I’ve been on the move again. Ra, over at rarasaur has put together a series of articles called the Sonder Files.

From The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows:
Sonder n. The realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.

Sonder: The profound feeling of realizing that everyone, including strangers passed in the street, has a life as complex as one’s own, which they are constantly living despite one’s personal lack of awareness of it.

‪My guest post, as part of Ra’s Sonder Files, is about how her life intersected with mine in an unexpected way. We have never met, and maybe never will, but our lives have intersected, yes, on the Internet, but also in real life, when snail mail caught up with me.

Head on over and take a look: Snail Mail

Photos of the day:
Above – Day’s end, Tallow Beach, NSW, Australia
Below – Street art, San Miguel de Allende, Mexico.


All words and images by Alison Louise Armstrong unless otherwise noted
© Alison Louise Armstrong and Adventures in Wonderland – a pilgrimage of the heart, 2010-2016.