a time to talk

Carpathian mountains

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, ‘What is it?’
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

— Robert Frost

We are all busy, seemingly all the time…and yet, there is a time to talk.  A time to talk—free of cell phones, free of computers, free of television, free of gadgets, free of everything else except the one to whom we’re talking.

When was the last time you really talked to someone, about anything?  There are things to be done, yes, I know.  But put down the hoe…for a friendly visit.

Live simply, simply live.

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