I write this morning from a place of astonishment.
I have just completed an hour of face-to-face conversation with my friend in Gaborone, Botswana. Skype is an everyday tool for most of you, and, while not a daily experience for me, still not a new experience—I skyped (necessary new word!) several times a week with my sister during the last year of her life.
Still—I am astonished.
I drank my morning coffee while talking with my friend, watching here the morning sun on the snow outside my study window while watching there the late afternoon sun on the green foliage I glimpsed momentarily out the window of her study half a world away.
Where am I? What time is it? Well, it depends.
Are you asking about what is real in Gaborone or real in Denver? Both morning and afternoon are real and both real at the same time but I know how to report only one reality at a time. I cannot describe the intricate interwoven tapestry of this experience.
Identity processes and the task of framing time assume bewilderingly complex shapes in the worlds that technology permits us to enter.
And language—ah, that too assumes new shape.
I use the verb “skyped” casually these days, but inwardly I am secretly amused when I do so. I think of skyping as the new skill of “sky-skipping ©.” I skipped through the sky this morning into afternoon in Gaborone and had coffee with my friend. Now that is an astonishing thing.
I was present (at the same time!!) both in Gaborone (albeit there in virtual body form), and present here in Denver with Annie contentedly asleep in a patch of sunlight on my desk.
I confess no progress at all in understanding how this sky-skipping happens. However, as I experience this multi-layered reality I find myself developing a deeper awareness of still another reality in which I live out my life.
Jung wrote, “Bidden or not bidden, God is present.”
Gaborone, Denver, the Kingdom of God—thinking with you that my grandfather was incorrect—it is possible to be in more than one place at once.
See you next week.