My recent communication impoverishment has made me deeply aware of how much comfort and pleasure I get from the little messages I usually receive throughout the day. Being without my mobile has left me bereft and alone without those silly tweets and texts to brighten my life.
My virtual community – held together by chat and common interests.
A clever chum told me this today:
Not by chance, I think, “to communicate” derives from the latin verb “communico”, that means “to share”, and the word “communio”
I really like his insight into the root of a word which means so much to me. I am a compulsive communicator and can feel just as close to a person by reading their words as by speaking to them in person. My virtual friends are as important as any others – and they may actually know me a little better – but I am currently cut off from them for large chunks of my time!
As if that wasn’t traumatic enough, during these last weeks I have been making a foray back into the land of Relationship. He is a man I’ve known, and been great friends with, for many years but who I’d previously held at a distance. The pieces of my broken heart were jagged and raw and I valued his friendship too much to risk hurting it (or him). Now I feel strong enough to take this chance.