I have been fortunate to have met many of you over the last few years. It is rather funny to explain to someone who isn't into blogging what it means to know people you don't know yet know on-line. Whew. At last I can say, my internet friends are real friends. I have met … Allison, Ulla, Meredith, Marie- Noelle, Amber, Agnes, Tamara, Snowsparkle, Carol, Renee, Rose, Nancy, Laura, Julie, Melanie, Eva, Lieselotte, Salama, Amy, Lynn, Annie, Mary, Bob, Diane, Elaine, Donna, Leah, Nicole, Isla, Linda, Amy H., Pam, Jenny, Kellene, Jani, Brittany, Colette, Jeni, SHANNON (!!! duh, spent a two weeks with me!) and Allison W. who drove across the USA and we met in Willows… I hope I haven't forgotten anyone (I know I shouldn't have made a list… if I your name isn't here PLEASE do not take it personally, just slap me the next time you see me, but not too hard!).
Yesterday I met Susana (in the photo above). Guess what we did? Chin-ing for antiques… I bet you did not expect that?)
This blogging community has again
revealed itself as a place where we can go straight to the heart, share
ourselves without make-up, designer clothes, or any of the other
society wraps that usual tag us before a word comes out of our mouths. Blogging allows us to read feelings, thoughts and ideas that often are
not shared on a day to day base. The blogging community has many
amazing avenues, like veins of life giving blood for the soul. It shows
the interior life first; going from the inside-out of a person,
enabling us to see the creative pulse of the spiritual being verses the
exterior shell that protects it.
….and when I am fortunate to meet one of you, it seems like I have known you for a very long time. The connection, soul to soul, made evident by our knowing embrace.
The voice of the person echos in my ears and floods me with a certainty
that the Internet is a spiritual reality that transcends the physical
world.
Now as I frantically run around shoving last minute things into my suitcase, then dumping them out wondering why I cannot simple pack one black dress and call it good… packing re packing I really do not like packing.
My thoughts wander off…
Who will I meet over the next month?
Tell me if I meet you and I am wearing that one black dress, please ask me: "Is it new? I haven't seen you in it before! I really thought it was new, so French!"
————————————————–NOTE——————
Regarding Mr. Porte. I know his wife very well, Mrs. Porte is not a mean spirited person, they love each other very much. French Husband and I visit them, help them with odd jobs from time to time, and harvest their trees. Mr. Porte and I are never alone, and that is fine. Though I wish Mrs. Porte like gardening!
P.S. Mrs. Porte loves French Husband I wonder if I should be jealous when I am away?
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