Do you know We’Moon? It’s delightful calendar. It ends up being too small for me to scratch in my daily plans, but it is fabulous for reflection and observing the day or grabbing a theme.
So, I recommend.
But this is not why I am writing.
I have been sitting on piece of lament. Of how we are already writing for the computers, and cataloguing ourselves through hashtags. I write for business to business and when I run my articles through Grammerly, I often get chastised for my vocabulary choice being “difficult to understand.” I don’t accept the watered down substitutes, most of the time.
Do you know what the New Yorker used to sound like when F.Scott Fitzgerald was writing for it? I know I am slated in archaic wonderings, but I laugh at how Ezra Pound left latin in his poems, too bad if you didn't know it. It was an invitation to learn, and here we are being spelling ludicrous luda-cris.#ikyk (insert eye roll emoji) I mean, Oh, the horror.
(Okay, I’m done with all of that snakiness for now).
But, see instead of adding more angst, I am going to share a solution.
As much as we are letting gmail eavesdrop and write our emails, as much as writing platforms are trying to convince us that AI is the better way to write new books, as much as you don’t realize that an incredible amount of content on the internet is written for a algorithms and SEO placement, there is another way and those that understand the power of personal resonance are doing it. Are creating it, not so much talking about it as just doing it.
For example, We’Moon. Within the calendar is a compendium of submitted art and writing fitting within the theme of the year. It’s beautiful. It slows me down into the present moment, with its snippets of poetry and whispers of art. It reminds us where the planets are, that the moon is constantly changing—as are we.
I’d like to tell you their very non-computer way of doing things. They invite women to gather on Zoom from all over the world, and a neutral yet heartfelt moderator reads each piece of writing aloud. Every piece. And some — were not so good, and some were phenomenal. All of them were submitted with hope and earnestness, and all of them were received by human hearts and hands and received an individual consideration of how much, “Would you love to see this in your daily We’Moon?” Each attendee was given a chance to poll each piece of writing.
Computers cannot do that. Alexa, cannot yet, do that.
Stop talking to Alexa and start chatting with your neighbor. Too much? I don’t think so. I think we are getting way too comfortable with the simulation of living and the controlled outcome of defeat, but barely knowing why our spines curve, our wrists hurt and we aren’t singing as much.
The We’Moon moderator was undaunted and unaffected by each piece; she gave each of them their space and their time to be witnessed, closing with “Nicely voted and duly noted.” Way we offer the same consideration to our fellow humans.
How? We choose to. We put forth the effort lest we let slip away our dance with that which lies within; our divine right to be messy and grand, failing and flying, unpredictable rising—unspotted by an algorithm guided by the flame within.
It’s the best chance we have.
P.s
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