When I was a young girl, I cherished words.
A door-to-door salesman came to the house and sold us one of those New World Dictionaries.
I wish I knew where that dictionary is now.
I highlighted the hell out of it.
Growing up, we always had books and vinyl records around.
We also had an aged encycolopedia collection.
One day our family cat, Mr. Whiskers, brought a snake into the house.
I found it days later in our collections under "Alice in Wonderland".
I found solice in books and records.
We always had Motown, and John Denver and Joan Baez and the Beatles.
Lately, with all of this election madness, bulletins, blogs, cell phones, voicemails, emails, snail mails, traffic, malls, road construction, talking, I can't help but wonder..is anyone still reading? Are folks still listening to records? Is anyone slowing down to speed up?
And I'm lucky if I can get eye contact from my nephew if he's got the game-boy going.
Recently, a friend described his perfect soulmate. He said "knows that Silence is Golden".
It truly is. Going inward is Golden. The only way out is in.
I need to do it more.
So I'll shut up now.
Enjoy.
