I wrote once, quite awhile ago, and can't be bothered to go and find the entry right now, about how my vision of my connections with my friends through this journal, my friends from home, from school, from here, are like strands of light from me to you and back again. I can imagine them arcing through space, wrapping the globe in a web of light. Each connection we make pulses back and forth. There are some of you whom I think of every day. And I suspect the list would be rather surprising to those who think they know me. Some of you have been around awhile, and some of you have just walked in, relatively speaking, but there is something there that makes me feel at home with you.
I can see you relaxing on the sofa, with your arm lying across the edge, and your head back, laughing.
I can see you, cross-legged on the floor, tussling with your dog. Someone is talking to you from across the hallway, but you're laughing too hard to respond.
I can see you, sitting at the table, a paintbrush in one hand, a smear of blue across your nose. There are magazines strewn about and lit candles glowing.
I can see you, sitting in that big chair with your feet up, reading. Your child is asleep but you're thinking about him, I can tell; your eyes aren't focused on the page.
And I can see you, too.
Can you see me? I'm sitting here, at my desk, one foot crossed under the other leg, smiling at the screen. I almost feel like waving.
We can't connect like this with everyone that crosses our paths on a daily basis, in real life or here online, but some of these strands snap into place so quickly and so tightly, that I know they are there for good. They seem to glow brighter with each connection. Your writing, your kindness, your photos, or art, or jokes, or comments; they all come together right here, in front of me.
I don't like to name names, or single people out, because there are SO many kindred spirits, so many people that I've created and found connections with, and I don't want to hurt feelings or inadvertantly leave someone feeling left out, so I will take this gratitude and admiration and love and fling it out there with both hands for you to catch and hope that you know that I am talking to YOU.