(This post was originally written on 17 June 2008, and published on a different site.)
The perfect time to start blogging is on the third day of having laryngitis. When you’re so sick of hearing how you have to open up your throat chakra & express yourself, & chastened that you can’t seem to do it. I’m desperate to express myself now. I’ve been communicating with my husband through clicks & hand gestures. I’ve begun to seriously consider dancing my decaf soy latte order, & greeting people in the elevator with semaphores. There’s nothing like not being able to do something, to make you really want to do it.
And this communication thing is just about the most complicated thing ever, right? It’s at the crux of every problem we have. The Oxford American Dictionary calls communication “the imparting or exchanging of information or news.” The Oxford English Dictionary defines it as “communicating.” Thanks. It goes on to say, “connection, or means of access,” which is much more helpful. The Oxford Thesaurus includes “commune,” “get in touch,” “make contact,” & (my favourite) “interrelate,” as synonyms for communicate.
(I first typed, “synonyums,” which are obviously words that mean the same thing & are great to snack on at parties.)
So, interrelating is all we do. We have to do it. On every level. This is vital. You may think an exchange at the grocery store might have little to no effect on your existence, but when it goes wrong, you feel it for a while. It’s something you might have to actually shake off.
I propose that, with whatever means we have available, we communicate something good. Something useful & helpful. Heck, if everyone all over the world just aimed at communicating something neutral, it would be a pretty peaceful day.