J. Krishnamurthi said, and I’m paraphrasing, ‘There is no end to human relationship… there may be an end to a particular kind of relationship, but relationships do not end. To be is to be related.’
For the last six years I’ve been writing and talking at length and in different places with people all around the world. Most of them I don’t see in real life. Some I’ve never met. The idea at the beginning was, ‘What if we could meet people, and share, across the distance, from whatever we’ve experienced of life!’ I’m really glad I managed to keep some of the conversations going.
They’ve helped me out in many ways.
These over-time progressive and more complex sharing sessions that we’ve been able to have through online projects, or ‘mini-teleconference’ calls, or ‘mix-it-up mini-parties’, are more valuable in times like this than gold.
I won’t go on about it, here, but I want to acknowledge that I think that the people I’ve gotten to know and build trust and rapport and virtual communities with, the people, that is, who have come together and said ‘yes’ to take me up on those internet invites all this time, and, consequently, who have shared meaningfully, not trivially*, (thank you!), are part of the reason why I could find my way towards some oasis of calm in the… situation. And that’s an understatement, huh, ‘situation!’
I wrote a few emails here and there and am going to write a few articles about ‘the situation’ for old, old contacts in the newspaper fields. I think. I’m just happy to be able to talk talk to people who know me, and who know me well. The story is unfolding, of course, and no one knows how it’s going to end. But in times like this, I’m really grateful that I put my eggs in the ‘maintain these friendships’ basket. Thank you. To those who are with me, in virtual circles. I appreciate it, all of it, every time.
*’Meaningfully, not trivially’ is a recurring phrase in Lila, R. Pirsig, RIP.