I had occasion to watch a quintet of deaf people have a little social gathering at my neighborhood pool one afternoon last week. Though they also used their voices and formed words, it quickly became evident that their intense and ongoing gesturing with their hands was not due to a common Italian heritage.
Though I could make out an occasional word from where I sat at only a slight remove from them, their speech was not quite clear and it was apparent that they were complementing their verbalization with sign language (or vice versa, actually). I felt a bit like a voyeur as I subtly gazed their way while otherwise keeping my nose in a book, but writers being natural voyeurs, I wallowed in virtually zero guilt as I took note of the following:
1. A couple of people arrived with small ice chests and bags out of which they produced plentiful food and drink. Everyone indulged heartily while the conversational threads began to unwind.
2. They positioned themselves in a fairly tight circle, four women and a man. Though there was some occasional spreading out, they more or less faced each other over the course of two-plus hours, and there were never any side conversations, no breaking up into a triad and dyad. All five people were directly engaged in one continuous conversational stream the entire time (much of it punctuated by laughter, obviously embellished storytelling, and playful gibes).
3. Everyone paid careful attention to whomever was speaking at any given time. They were riveted on each other in a kind of hermetically sealed capsule, almost oblivious to the outside world. No one looked up when a new person entered the pool area; their focus was completely on one another.
4. Everyone’s hands were flying non-stop when speaking. Much of it was obvious sign language, but there was also just plentiful gesturing for emphasis and greater expressiveness. I found myself wishing I could have had video running of just the hand gestures; it would look great set to music.
5. They touched one another frequently. A hand to another’s hand, wrist, forearm, knee; reaching across to a shoulder.
6. There were no cell phones present, ever. If any of them had one, it was stashed away in a purse or left behind.
Let’s see: good food and drink around a pool, close proximity with dear friends to whom we pay careful attention and are paid careful attention in return, multiple modes of expressiveness in a free-flowing conversation, frequent and natural physical contact, and not a buzzing-flashing phone or eyes drifting off to a screen through an entire afternoon.
A sound prescription for living the good and considerate life, yes?
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