Just One Conversation

What a whirlwind month. I'm getting up to speed on the digital and the textual. I've thought about pictures and little twirly things or colourful splashes of technological this 'n that. I've mused about eye catchy and fast and faster.

I keep coming back to this. On the Island where I live, there is a coffee shop and a tea shop. The one has some sofas that are without skeletons. Nothing holds you up when you sit in them. The other has chairs that encourage long talks because there is so much room in their seats to shift one's weight, legs, torso as the minutes scroll by of an afternoon.

I'll do this. I'll blog and I'll web and I'll write words out into the unknown, but my heart will always long for one conversation at a time in a comfy chair or a sinking couch with a hot drink that lingers in my cup and facial expressions that explain the underlining theme of whatever words going in my ears and things to look at as I turn my head this way and that to think of exactly the right word to say to the person opposite me.

I read somewhere that when we are talking we look away because we are lost in the inner vision of our focus of conversation. When we listen, we look directly at the person because we are deciphering the intent and reason for that which we are hearing.

I'm in the process of launching these and somewhere in my non digital heart, I am praying that if there is not an inclination to respond to this post within you, it causes you to pick up the phone and ask a friend to tea or coffee, or decaf chai , or diet somethingorother and you will alternately look away and gaze intently in the most precious encouragement we have. Face to face conversation. That is a moment worth savouring.

Love
Deborah