Are We A Species Full of Shame or are we Shamans?
Wayne Duckworth

Thanks for the great writing Wayne and the multitude of food/coffee for thought. Here are some of mine.

The photo taking is after all I assume to ‘connect’ with others. It might be almost like sharing the coffee with someone — ‘Wish you were here.’ Then I thought that actually it’s a bit like the original pretty postcards that were sent, a little like a text with photo is today, with a simple message ‘Please join me to take afternoon tea’ / ‘Fancy a cuppa?’ (!!) and of course messages of love. (I’m in the 1840’s onwards here — The Victorian Web!) My Grandma had kept all/some of her postcards, or maybe they were her mum’s, and put them in a album. Initially, the messages were delivered immediately by hand and the postie would wait for a reply. So maybe it’s not so different really from all that time ago, just a less tangible but easier connection?

It’s maybe not the place to write all this but I will anyway!

This is not an excuse it’s an observation -

I too notice daily that most people in the UK don’t readily respond to or engage with people they don’t know. If I’m out of the town centre often there are older people who will say hello and smile — but they have TIME, (I assume) and are rarely although not exclusively seen with a phone in hand. I know ‘hello’ takes all of a second but it’s still TIME. In the town centre no one looks at anyone. They are in a hurry, they don’t have TIME or brain-space for others, they are on a mission or so clogged up with information after a morning/day at work that they are totally ‘in their heads’ and hardly see anybody or any thing and I’m often walked into — now I know I’m small…. BUT! At least that guy managed to step out of you way! So after all that, I’m saying time and frantic lives are a big element in people communicating, or not and having the space in their heads to remember that other people live on the planet too who are not always at the end of a device!

I love your phrase ‘search for the lost truth of who we are’ - I’m off now to do just that!

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