It had been a day. You know the sort of thing. Time and circumstance had played their tricks and what had seemed straightforward and uncomplicated had been mangled by the unforeseen.
Then what should have been a delicious conversation went horridly awry because … well because, I was not listening to what was being said. Sure I heard the words alright, but I didn’t hear what was really being communicated. I missed the cues and innuendo. It wasn’t the first time and I am sure that it won’t be the last. Now this has probably never happened to you dear reader, but I offer you my little tale of woe to make sure that the chances are limited and the damage minimised.
As I apologised, and reflected over the carnage I stumbled upon this question. How is it that in an age where communication is easier, that the gentle art of sharing information seems so utterly fraught with danger? Perhaps this is especially so when an image or images are shared. We gawp at the TV when they warn us that the following images may be confronting. Why is that? Do we really thrill to the image of the grizzly and macabre. And who is that decides that this image will be shown and not that one. This story will make it over the line to be included and while that one will never see the light of day? In our hurly burly rush about world, where quantity is often put before quality, it's easy to miss the fine detail that is crucial. So we look, but we don’t always See and we seldom just Gaze and Adore. We speak, but we aren’t always clear about what we want to share. We listen, but we don’t always Hear.--