Back to Nature

The last two days of Archive postings have focused on my challenges with technology and my observations in how our communication platforms are shaping the way we relate with one another.

I’m pleased that my ponderings inspired some feedback from others. Looks like my dad even got a poem out of the discussion (check out Dry Crik Journal here). Thanks to all for sharing your ‘likes’ and thoughts.

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There’s nothing like some nature shots to balance out the conversation.

The Bohemian (who, by the way, checks his emails about twice a week on an archaic laptop and often leaves his cell phone at home) brought me flowers. These are special, as they were the chosen variety featured at our wedding this past November.

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Related to the globe amaranth, these vibrant beauties are more feather than bubble. Delicate, but hearty. I love the way they catch the light.

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The farmer who grew them included some huge nasturtium leaves as accents in the bouquet. Looking at the vein pattern, words arise in my mind. “All roads lead to…”

Hmmm.

To…one?

The center?

Back to nature?

Nice to find solace in beauty. Rest in the art of living things.

I am no Luddite, but…

My father replies to yesterday’s Out of Range post with a question: “Are we Luddites?”

Well, I’ll be honest, I had to Wikipedia that one to discover that, no, I don’t believe I am.

(Link here, but quickly defined: English textile workers in the 19th century that violently protested against the machinery that was replacing them in the mills).

File:LudditeViolent protest, I do not support, but their questioning of the virtues of modern conveniences was wise. For them, it impacted their very livelihood. Machines replacing people.

Are there common threads today?

There was a time in the mid-nineties when I lived on a tiny, secluded island, walked to work at a cottage store where I beaded necklaces, and swore I would never own a computer. Clearly that has changed.

I am quite grateful to use technology as a tool and it has enhanced my life (the Archives, here, as a case in point) in many ways.

So what’s my beef?

Yesterday I complained that with all of this technology, I feel implicitly obligated to answer to it (text messages, email, voicemail). I wonder if I am simply anti-social and today’s tools just won’t let me get away with it. True, I can be a hermit, but I think it’s more than that.

To be clear, I care deeply about the friends and family that take time to call or email me. So, it’s not the communication with people that bothers me.

What I find interesting (and concerning) is how we relate to these communication tools and how these means of communication affect our relationships with each other.

Take texting at the dinner table, for instance. The question has been posed as to whether or not this is impolite.

For me, the answer is obvious, but for many, it’s perfectly fine (in fact, necessary) to be linked in with whoever, wherever, whenever. Dinner table with friends, no matter.

In my view, this is a case where technology not only creates, what I believe, to be a false sense of urgency, it also diminishes our ability to connect with what’s right in front of us: our very friends and family (and food!) we came to share with.

The Luddites might very well be drop-kicking smart phones by the dozen, should they see a table full of friends, eyes locked to screens instead of each other.

Ironic, this device, promising more accessibility to ‘right now’, when it can actually remove us even further from the present.

But I am no fundamentalist. In truth, I have thoroughly enjoyed being at a restaurant with friends, exchanging a few text messages with someone who wasn’t able to join us that night. In this case, the phone brought more connection, especially for the friend that couldn’t make it.

But at some point in the evening, I was done with the small screen and was ready to look into the faces of everyone at the table. Enjoy the restaurant. Though I noticed, that my friend still kept her phone close, ever-ready for the vibration that would alert the next incoming communication.

For me, there have got to be times I cut the cord.

And the time when I plug back in will vary.

I guess I’m hoping that my friends and family will understand this. Know that I love them, even if I didn’t call.

I’m not suggesting a revolution, but perhaps a quiet protest once in a while. Power off our phones at dinner. Look into each other’s eyes, face to face, tech-free.

We can answer emails tomorrow.

Out of Range

I used to have time to write letters. Hand written, often illustrated with colorful design. Pages of them.

No more. These days it’s all about instantaneous communication.

Make a phone call from any locale, on a device that fits in your pocket.

Zip a quick email out from your computer keyboard (or from the screen of your smart phone).

Send a speedy text message that doesn’t even pause to spell whole words. LOL

With so many easy ways to make contact – anyplace, anytime – why do I feel like I cannot keep up my correspondences?

My phone is filled with unheard voice mails. Inbox is full of unanswered emails. And I never did reply with “K” to half a dozen text messages.

Communicating has never been easier, right? Yet I’m on a lag time that might as well be snail mail. My secret is, I like a lag time. And the problem is, I am a relic (and probably considered rude).

I long for the time when I had two weeks to get back to you. When you received my letter, it was an offering given with my full, ink-laden presence.

If you got a call from me on the road, it was only after I found a working pay phone and a quarter.

No one expected anything right now, this very moment.

Yes, it has changed. Social mores do not allow for a week-long wait on a text reply.

Yet, it seems the more I’m expected to respond immediately, the more I just rebel.

I’ve got all the tricks of the technological trade – email, text, phone – but little of the follow through for these advances. Hence, I just seem impolite or flakey.

So this morning I offer my “Reply All” to every person who has kindly taken time to try to reach me.

Even without our devices, somehow we are connected. I’m sending love and good wishes to you while I’m chopping carrots in the kitchen, not answering my ringtone.

Thank you for your email. When I see a window of time between the garden project and the grocery shop, I’ll try to give you a thoughtful reply.

In the meantime, I hope we can lean into that greater bandwidth that connects all things, you and I. It’s there that I’m sending you wishes for all good things.

I hope you’ll understand that I’m just living – sometimes laughing out loud – and I’ll get back to you when I can.

Maybe I’ll even send a letter…

photo courtesy of rachaelvoorhees
photo courtesy of rachaelvoorhees