I had a great conversation a few days ago, and I’ve been pondering it ever since. In our busy lives and world, people communicate through electronic exchanges of texts and emails, but it seems many have forgotten how to receive. Ours is an age of chattering, not listening. I look around and see people just trading monologues, with mouths open and ears closed. Maybe we've gotten so busy we just don’t have time for a long chat anymore. Is the art of good conversation dying?
We know conversation is central to our relationships. It involves discussing things of consequence, thoughtful listening, honest exchanges. It can enlarge our understanding and sweeten our imagination. It engages the mind and the heart, and can leave both participants satisfied and even enlightened afterwards.
There are those with whom I have ambling, relaxed conversations, and there are those with whom I communicate in staccato-like bursts of energy, packing so much into so little time. Good communication can be as stimulating as a cup of full-octane coffee to me (and just as hard to sleep after!). But mostly, I love the fact that good conversations start in one place and move us on to other fabulous places we would never go on our own. How lovely is that? Care to sit a spell?