Wandering

We don’t wander anymore. We don’t let our mind slip lazily into unstructured thought. I believe it’s a lost art; a thing that began a slow death once smart phones came roaring in. Where have all the daydreams gone?

Instead of meandering and wandering through fields of grass, we keep our eyes glued to the phone.

That shooting star was missed…there and gone in the blink of an eye. But our 21^st century eyes don’t see, we don’t notice anymore.

Sweet bird, your song falls on deaf ears.

We scan Facebook and tweet away, but we don’t sit quietly on the park bench without our phones, without our technological connections.

What does it mean to be a daydreamer in the 21^st century? What does stillness entail?

What has happened to the art of being? The art of wandering? Of getting lost in landscape. Of becoming that landscape?

I wonder if such estrangement leads to our feelings of discontent.

I wonder if we are so immersed in technology that we are missing the signs, missing the heartbeat of the earth. It skips now, stressed and aging…but we miss it, I think, because we don’t see, we don’t hear.

We don’t wander.

Call to action: Pick a day and turn off Facebook. How long can you stay away from your email?