Still, I'm not one to just sit in the past... I like new music: Mumford and Sons, Imagine Dragons, Florence and the Machine... and so many more. I like our new "smart" TV... a lot. I like my "new" town far more than the town in which I was raised (sorry Irvine...). I like technology. I LOVE my kids... and they are definitely "new" relatively speaking. I like the new trends in our world toward acceptance and equality. I like my new friends who make me try new things- like sushi! (Please understand, I've had 46 years of REALLY disliking fish in general. Tuna sandwiches are acceptable on rare occasions, but fish, generally tastes FISHY. Never understood why you people like that stuff...) Yes, my new friends, because they are new have the power to make me try new things... because sometimes when you are with newer friends, you don't want to sound like a 5 year old who refuses to try stuff. Sushi? Really? It had to be sushi... fine. I'll be darned if I didn't love the stuff on the first try. New is good too.
But what I have recently realized is that the coolest stuff (with the exception of my kids of course, who are the coolest stuff in my world) seems to be old things that are somehow made new, or new things that have roots in the "old". For instance: I bought an old album today- a Bob Dylan classic. I hate to admit I hadn't ever heard it before. I listened to it, loved it, and it was NEW music in my world. Yet this "new" thing to our world called "blogging" is really just a form of a diary entry, or an open letter to the world. In a day and age where we mostly wish to communicate information on YouTube (which I liked until it got to the point where NOTHING loads)I like the idea that I can write my thoughts- old school style... in full sentences... just words- and the newness of online blogs reminds me of a world when we wrote each other letters... sent them in the mail and waited a month for a response.
I think it might be time to "rediscover" the lost art of letter writing... let's make new the old art of that communication... who's in?
My aunt, who recently passed, did not have a computer but loved to hear what was happening in my world So once a week -- without fail --- for 4 years she received a letter or card from me. She (and her caretakers, and neighbors) looked forward to them. I was diligent and it made me feel good. I became a better observer about life and communicator as to what I saw.
ReplyDeleteThe friend of hers came to love the letters so much that after my aunt passed I continue to write to her... talk about the simplest of acts that brings happiness.... wow.
So yes, write real letters... it is a wonderful way to bring new life to a friends life.