Lately, I have grown slightly bothered by the aloneness of two of my favorite things to do: listening to recorded music and reading books (and poetry). In most cases, these pursuits involve me walking, standing, or sitting by myself taking in artifacts of work done by people I don’t know—often people who I couldn’t know this side of eternity because they’re dead. Of course, none of that entails listening to records and reading books solo can’t be good. Often, the artifacts are insightful or beautiful enough to move me toward thanksgiving to the Ultimate Creator, to engender joy or peace, to inspire good deeds, and even adjust the course of my life.
No, the bother comes from the non-sharing of these very benefits. I suppose addressing that bother is partly why I blog. Yet blogging is an indirect way to share. It’s not exactly interpersonal. And interpersonal is the way of Life.
So. Today I took two small steps toward making music appreciation and book reading interpersonal: (1) I called and left a voice message for Travis suggesting we take periodic turns suggesting we both listen to specific classical music recordings, perhaps even simultaneously even though we’re a continent apart, and then talk about them; and (2) I called and spoke with Aaron suggesting we recite passages and stanzas to one another in person, in phone conversation, or via voice message whenever something really hits us.