Sweet post. I used to practice silence more back in my yoga retreat days, and this makes me want to revisit. I was born in 1970, so somewhat similar timeline. We had an answering machine a bit sooner, but I always remember the ritual of walking directly to it as soon as I came home. At the time I didn’t think of it as a particularly sweet part of my day, but now I realize it was, in a subtle way. That was ruined by the much more practical voicemail eventually offered by telephone companies. Sigh :).
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Thanks so much for sharing! I hear you, voicemail - sigh indeed ;) It's really interesting that you do now look back on the ritual of walking to the answering machine as a sweet part - I think it's the same with me, I didn't give those means of communication or the rituals much thought until, well ... voicemail and such ;) But it's good that we have made different experiences "back in the days", I think, and can actually compare and share them :)