My girlfriend Nancy of 20 plus years sent me an email that had someone else's blog posting in it. It was a short poem about how we are all so attached to our cell phones, I Pads, computers and jobs that we don't take the time to look up and see what's around us. Oh we say we are in touch because we are on Facebook and we twitter and tweet or whatever the hell else you do. Oh yea and lets not forget texting. Where we teach ourselves not to spell correctly. And as those of you who really know me understand I have resisted all of this. I like to send emails but there is nothing better than a face to face.
When I lived in Paso Robles, I liked to go to breakfast on Saturday's to Touch of Paso and catch up with the women who worked there. They were friends that I could chat with and it was a face to face meeting that we all enjoyed. I like to pick up the phone and talk to hear the intonation of the voice so I know if there is really a problem or if it is just a minor thing. I can't tell that from a text. Even an email which I do use, doesn't satisfy me. I like to stop if I see a scene that is rare and beautiful on my way to work and find a moment of time to smell the roses that used to grow at the end of the rows of the vineyards that I passed on the way into town. You can't do that if you are doing 14 things at once. You don't notice the play of clouds across a clear blue sky as a storm moves in. Or as it moves out to leave a sparkling last spray of raindrops on a tree. Or find a rainbow when it comes if you are texting. I find myself every morning on my way to work leaving early to catch the early light at the lake or the wispy clouds over the hills just so I can spend a few minutes drinking in the beauty of it.


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