Saturday, August 06, 2022

Letters

This is the age of instantaneous communication. We are all just one click away from each another. The benefits are obvious. The downsides, perhaps less so. Texts come and go so quickly, they can leave us lonelier than before they arrived.

But there was a previous time, before cellphones, texts, chats and X/Zoom meetings when contacting each other took much more time and effort.

Of course, it is so long ago now that few of us may be able to even recall it. But back then, we wrote letters to each other. Letters take time. Letters take care. We had to compose our thoughts and the use of language truly mattered.

I do not like to admit my age, but I date from the time when words still mattered. Like truth. Nowadays, when I exchange messages, they seem to come and go like the wind.

That’s nice, in its own way, but I miss the permanence of letters.

LATEST LINKS:

Today’s Lyrics:

“This Little Bird”

Sung by Marianne Faithful

Written by John Loudermilk

There's a little bird that somebody sends
Down to the earth to live on the wind.
Borne on the wind and he sleeps on the wind
This little bird that somebody sends.

He's light and fragile and feathered sky blue,
So thin and graceful the sun shines through.
This little bird who lives on the wind,
This little bird that somebody sends.

He flies so high up in the sky
Out of reach of human eye.
And the only time that he touches the ground
Is when that little bird
Is when that little bird

Is when that little bird dies. 

No comments: