Colleagues are encouraging me to get more visible on social media. Apparently it’s the way of the future, but you probably already knew that…..
I feel a bit like a dinosaur being unwillingly dragged into a modern age of enlightenment.
I accept that virtual relationships & online learning are now key ways to interact & to develop oneself, if somewhat publicly, but….& it feels like a significant ‘but’….it feels empty to me.
Whilst intending no disrespect, I struggle to feel enthusiastic about, or ‘seen/heard’ by virtual ‘friends’.
I’m reminded of something I once heard…..
“Friends all over the world, without a friend in the world”
I do get a buzz out of something I’ve posted being ‘liked’ by a stranger, & have to remind myself that the ‘like’ doesn’t necessarily refer to me. Then, I wonder if I care that my opinion was valued, for its own sake rather than because I expressed it.
Maybe it comes down to the question;
Am I the same as my beliefs & ideas, or am I more than/different from them?
I’m a passionate advocate of letters, (the unique & sometimes scrawly pen print of an individual written on paper, that arrive through your letter box!) Do you remember when that’s the way it worked?
I miss the sense of adventure hinted at as I open a slightly battered envelope & take a journey with the author within.
I write letters all the time, & friends tell me they really enjoy receiving them. It’s been a long time since I received one back though. That should probably tell me something.
The short, pithy, buzz words of tweets or posts seem easier, to involve less commitment, less thought, less time. Am I being unfair? After all, we live in a world that gets constantly busier & more demanding. Realistically, who has time to sit & ‘drop’ into the depths of themselves where we are each doing our best to make sense of ourselves, others, the world, & journal, or compose a letter, or even a paragraph.
What might it say about my life that I do, & I want to?
Clearly, I need to put down my pen & get out more....except that writing helps me to understand who I'm taking out the door every time I put on my coat....
I work everyday with wonderful, complex, puzzled, human ‘becoming’s’, in corporate & private life who variously are relieved to, or struggle to express the personal meanings they make of the world & their lives. And I wonder where do we get the practice these days to consider meaning?
Strangely enough, as I was writing this a piece of said parchment with my ‘soul name’ written on it (to remind me who I really am) & blue tak–ed above my desk….fell down.
I’m going now to reflect on, & write about what that might mean……but don’t hold your breath, I probably won’t post the result of that reflection anywhere public.
“We read to know we are not alone” Shadowlands
How strange, 2017 seems to have suddenly become the year of the letter. Since reading your post on this topic (you are clearly a trend setter!) I can count at least 5 separate conversations about the sad decline of the letter. Including the recognition of people by their handwriting, the history which is discovered and passed on to other generations, the words between the lines. Just this morning someone has written asking me to join in their write and receive 50 letters as part of their 50th birthday celebration. This is all a nice thing.
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I love to notice, & to wonder & to journal on the things I wonder about: as the poet David Whyte says ~to "overhear myself saying things I didn't know I knew"