Monday, August 6, 2012

Communication Requires Community

It's been a long long time since I last wrote. My life has taken a new turn, and there is very little time for blogging. I have a few minutes here and there, but I rarely have time for thoughtful communication.  It's true that Facebook has overtaken our lives, and instead of truly understanding someone's heart, we get tidbits of micro-thought in the form of a "status," generally laced with sarcasm, complaint, or narcissistic opinion.

I need a more from my relationships.

And I know this is hardly the place to get it. Most likely, any comments posted here will be from robots. Yes, robots. Whether computerized or human living in the matrix of un-reality, there is very little room for human community these days.

I miss letter writing. I miss waiting for a letter to come in the mail. Letters were full of information. I remember anticipating letters from pen-pals back in the 70s and 80s. These letters were opportunities for me to hear all about the life of a friend. Then, in turn, I would write a letter responding to the new information, and I would in turn give new information about my life.

Communication isn't one-sided. It requires community.

So I worry about forums such as these where we sit alone in front of a computer screen, begging the world to listen to our thoughts. I worry that we've forgotten how to listen.

I hope I've listened to someone today.

Monday, July 30, 2012

Master-Mouth Rhetoric: Homer, Move Over! There's a New Girl in Town

It is so beautiful: SO beautiful! And sometimes it brings me to tears; my children worry about my sanity. She had a Christian worldview, was an, abolitionist, and a life long learner. She wrote Aurora Leigh, and here are just a few of her lines:

I've known the pregnant thinkers of this time
And stood by breathless, hanging on their lips,
When some chromatic sequence of fine thought
In learned modulation phrased itself
To an unconjectured harmony of truth.
And yet I've been more moved, more raised, I say,
By a simple word . . a broken easy thing,
A three-years infant might say after you,–
A look, a sigh, a touch upon the palm,
Which meant less than 'I love you' . . than by all
The full-voiced rhetoric of those master-mouths.

-Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Aurora Leigh, Book 4

Homer, move over. There's a new gal in town! (Yes, indeed: A WOMAN!)