In the past week or two I’ve had unexpected notes from people I’ve met over the years—a student from Oglala Lakota College, a woman from the Chrysalis retreat last summer, another woman I’ve met only twice but who read my novel, Washaka, and found a great spiritual lift from the story. Another woman shares my passion for the Bead People and has been behind several cool projects including 70 Bead People made by her students making a journey to students in Japan.
And then I was reading an interesting bit about introverts and extroverts in the newspaper, some book that has just come out. I’m an introvert and have tortured myself in so many ways to be something other than that. I taught myself to be a public presenter and teacher, I “network” even when my social self would rather be pulling out my toenails. I have tried to build businesses (quite a few of them actually) but usually fall short in the outreach.
Those two paragraphs have something to do with one another. When I meet a person that I connect with and he or she sees me—and I see them—that person quickly takes up permanent residence in my heart. Even though I am an introvert, I treasure real connection and relationship. Milt and I have both admitted that had we not found each other, we’d probably both be gone on to the next life by now out of sheer frustration and loneliness. We don’t need hundreds of “friends” in order to be happy. We need a circle of people who think and relate and shine just like we do.
I’ve been doing workshops for over 30 years working with people in all walks of life. And whether I was training a court system or a sales team or a bunch of nurses, the people in front of me all wanted one thing. Good relationships–especially a mate.
I have sometimes felt so sad that the art of letter writing has died an untimely death. I still have my packets of letters from my mom who wrote me nearly every week just to let me know she was thinking of me. I have letters from my first love when he went off to school. And I have letters from Milt when we were separated for a short period of time. These thin bits of paper are so precious to me. When I got those notes I realized that the art of letter writing is not really dead. These were real letters. I wanted to print them and slip them into a pretty envelope and keep them in my drawer.
So, here is the task for the week. Write to somebody you think about but haven’t contacted for a long time. Write more than an email or a Facebook post. Write what he or she means to you, how you appreciate him, what she did to make you remember her. Let’s spread a little silver thread around to tie us a little closer to each other. I’ll do the same, starting right here. When you touch in with comments and thoughts, I appreciate it so much. Even if you just take the time to read what I have written, it connects us. Thank you.
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