Thank you for your wonderful responses to the Blog about PORCHES. I know it’s been a while since I received so many positive, interesting, fun, great stories and comments. I hope we haven’t “lost steam.” But it seems as though many of us have had similar feelings about the loss of something (or at least the lessening of it)… of conversations. Of real, face-to-face conversations. Many have expressed the feeling that we’ve lost something in our communication with each other – in our families, among friends and neighbors, and even with ourselves and our Heavenly Father.
Our world has become increasingly fast-paced, and we seem to search for easier, short-cut ways of sending and receiving messages. Kind of like “10-second, ‘no-frills’” communication. Skip this getting acquainted and building trust and relationships stuff … “cut to the chase!” It seems like we act as if “real” conversations get in the way of efficiency and speed. We’re so used to (and demanding of) fast food, fast service, fast lanes, fast oil changes and internet speed and service at the bank and post office … and so on (and on and on) that we want our connections with people to be that way too. But relationships don’t grow very deep from the “hit-and-run” method, do they.
I guess the funeral for my nephew has me thinking again about relationships. I’ve known him his whole life, and we’ve had some unforgettable conversations. I wish there had been more, and yet I’m not expressing regret – even when we couldn’t be on a porch together we sent notes back and forth. Having him gone (temporarily, thanks to the light and truth which God has given us) has caused me to ponder on relationships with those who are still here.
One of my frustrations is that as earthlings we have to measure time. We all get only 24 hours each day. Donald Trump doesn’t get any more time in a day than Sukiman in Indonesia or you wherever you are. Researchers have discovered that the following people had or have exactly the same amount of time in every day: Albert Einstein, the worker at the drive-up window at Chick Fil ‘A, Mahatma Gandhi, Yahn Yahnsen in Wisconsin (surely some of you know the song…??), the child who lives near the Bering Sea in Alaska, the newest baby on the planet, the CEO of Spudnuts, Howard Hughes, Johnny Linggo, Steve Jobs, Dr. Zhivago , Brigham Young, Nancy Drew, Sheri Dew, Marco Polo, Queen Elizabeth, or anyone else currently alive or about to arrive. We ALL have just 24 hours per day. And I have the courage to be concerned about the lack of conversation . . . .
Part of what I try to do – feel a need to do – is to “go porching” to those whom I most want to have long conversations with. I guess we’ve all discovered that it’s so hard to fit everyone and everything in to the minutes of the day (especially when time really does fly on wings of lightning!!). I’ve found that some people seem “un-porchable” … they can’t seem to settle down and just T-A-L-K… And honestly, I find myself being that way too – kind of “fidgety” and semi-responsive to a nice “porcher” who just wants to have a good, long visit.
Satisfying conversations with others are kind of like sunshine and water to plants – they help the roots of friendship and caring sink deeply and grow stronger and stronger. And that’s one of the main reasons I worry about the disappearance of porches, and the lack of use of the porches which have somehow survived the tragedy. One thing I loved SO much in the many comments I’ve received is reading about memories – you’ve brought back additional memories to me just by sharing some of your favorite porch moments, porch experiences. Let’s keep it up. Let’s share ideas with each other. I’ll do my best to quit being so absent on the Blog … I miss the chance to be in touch and hope I can get back to my initial “habit” of posting almost every day. I think of things every day … I’m just not always able to post (I don’t have time, or I don’t have internet…). Pease hang in there with mee – I really appreciate our little community, our “porch-rich” community, and I thank you for stopping by. And by the way, I apologize that I don’t always get around to responding to comments – I do in my heart, but I know not everyone can read my heart or my mind. Thanks so much!! With love, MEE