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June 19, 2009
And yet, were we always present to those physically in the room with us?

A story relayed from a newspaper, down the length of the table, while Iím reading my book, goes over my head. Iím here in the kitchen, but Iím not present; Iím in the imagined place the author created.

Times of real presence, of focus on what is being said, and on what is not being said, with complete mental engagement, are rare in the Land of Fifteen Minutes. It is a talent that came easy with seasonal communal work, now nearly lost, that must be rediscovered.