It’s my watch, my alarm, my calendar, my voice only contact with the world, my file for “writing” ideas, my blank page for “writing,” my access to my blog/my published books/ Instagram/Facebook, and finally it is what separates me in real “Facetime” from my one, true, intimate relationship.
Am I making eye contact or phone contact with her? Am I seeing, listening and hearing with a whole heart.
And about that heart: Will I die using my phone? Will people notice I have died because I don’t seem to be answering? How have I lived without a cellphone for so many years?
It certainly is a boredom killer. I am sometimes disappointed when I get to the front of a grocery line because I am smack in the middle of a great book. The line becomes a transcendent experience instead of a boring one.
Dear Lord keep me off that phone and in my wife’s heart, the place I belong. And Lord please keep me by her side, phone off, ears lively and heart at one with hers. My phone is only a phone but after 41 years, SHE is my life.