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| Pink fluffies on the Mimosa. |
By Maryanna Gabriel
With the holiday and slow ferries, I got caught in town, so I took myself out to dinner. It was delicious. Could not help but notice a couple together, but not together. All they did was look at their phones as they sat at the same table. It seemed a little peculiar. And lonely.
Then last night I listened to a podcast about an aware fellow at an airport. Of the four hundred people waiting for the plane, all were looking at phones. Except him. He said he felt like the "only human". It gets like that, doesn't it? A slow creep. An erosion of serenity. Nobody home.
This morning, I deliberately waited an hour before checking mine.What happened? A really important piece of writing got focused on. And breakfast was peaceful. The day began well. The recalibration felt good.
Tonight I will work on the same. It's a matter of focus. Giving my attention to beauty. To the pink fluffies on the tree in the garden. To peace. To a life well lived, one day a time. And preserving my humaness.