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I spent a few minutes in instant touch with some cousins time zones and thousands of miles away last evening. It wasn't much. A few words. But so important in the ol keep in touch instant world. We are spoiled these days with instant news, instant Internet searches and auto appliances. I LOVE it at the same time bemoaning the good ol days I never knew and in reality dont really want to descend in to.
I'm comforted by the communications, like a nurses fingers on the pulse. On the other hand we loose the thrill of the mailbox delivery and the thoughtful time to write well thought out missives to our loved ones.
I see some interesting letters to the editor written in our local paper. It is only 3 days a week now, likely as Internet news has taken strong hold. But there is nothing like the written word to inflame and motivate. Its concrete! It must be true and accurate. Hmmm.
Where are we going? What path? Whose dropping the crumbs????

What a journey

I'm contemplatin again! What a wondrous journey this life makes. It seems we strive and strive to get somewhere else and we are never quite happy with here. If only I could get the weeds pulled, or...if only so&so would do this or I could buy that.
I heard from someone dear of late with a big pile of burdens. Her child is gravely and chronically ill. We talked about going on and just getting to tomorrow. I could visualize her path as being a treacherous edge slicked cliff track. There may be some high peaks but most of the time will be scrabbling up the hills.And someone else talked about wanting to spend time looking upon and smelling the flowers.
We endure, we breathe in, we gaze, we enjoy and suffer. We have the privilege of absorbing every sensation and choosing our path. What a journey...what a tale we can tell.