I’m having the most wonderful Griffin & Sabine experience these days. I tend to keep these blogs fairly vague and general in nature, saving the really personal writing for my book (still coming along nicely, thank you!). But almost a month ago, I began corresponding with a very engaging woman over eight thousand miles away.
We’ve never spoken or met. It began with a kind comment about my photography, and has since evolved into a very compelling series of emails back and forth. Epic writings. Mysterious. Captivating.
One of the most attractive things to me about a woman, any woman, is her intelligence. And when someone provokes me with her writing the way she has, I find myself writing her back in a way that challenges me to be at my best. To do any less would dishonor her, in my opinion.
I’m fairly easy to get to know at a distance. Five years of blogs, my photography and the various online social networks paint a fairly accurate picture of the kind of person I am. And I’ve been getting what I guess you would call fan mail for more than 15 years, since the time I first began my photography presence on the web.
But this is different.
I’ve been enjoying the old fashioned art of communicating through writing alone. It gives, as she says, the “opportunity to express greater depth of thought somehow.” It’s true. It takes slightly longer to craft a sentence than to speak the same thought. And perhaps that’s what I’ve been relishing about this correspondence. It is slow. But it raises the level of discourse to a rare place.
I’m not going to get into any further details here, only that I was telling another artist friend of mine about my communiques, and he brought up Griffin and Sabine. I had been thinking the same thing, but was wondering if I had been imagining the similarities. It’s been years since I’ve read the G&S trilogy, but my current experience feels surprisingly familiar. In the best possible way.