Reading
a lost art.
We have been propelled into a multitasking life. One that robs us of our ability to read. Just read.. you remember, sit in a window seat and read. Sit in a chair with a light and read. Lay in a cozy bed and read.
But now we drive and listen, we work and listen, we do housework and listen, Walk and listen. Multitasking has over taken our lives.
Never touching a book. Never feeling the paper. Never inhaling the scent of a bookstore, old or new. Never knowing the joy of opening a new book for the first time and settling in for a new adventure.
Oh we still have access to books and stories. As a matter of fact, we can probably listen to more books than we can actually read. It’s not absorbing the story we can do that listening, but our focus skills are different when we actually read. We can’t get lost in the story. Books make us part of the story, we escape, because we involve more than listening. We feel books, they crawl into your brain and heart all at once.
I am grateful for those who read. The ones who read books, newspapers and substack. You are practicing a lost art. The art of educating, entertaining and travel without ever leaving your living room,
Maybe it’s time to slow down a bit. Take the earbuds out, Pick up a book and inhale the scent. Find a good reading corner or bench and indulge yourself the old fashioned way.
Read.
