Guilty

I feel a bit guilty. Dear Moira is busy starting a business servicing Second Life. I have not even checked out SL. I don't think I would like it, and Moira generously agrees that I probably would be more bored and irritated than anything else. Her advice is powerful stuff, rarely offered. Still, it seems like not going to a friend's graduation or recital or opening. She is the one who started me off blogging all those posts ago. This is why I listen to her on those rare occasions when she tells me to do a particular thing.

As direct result of her prompting and urging, I now know you. Yes, even you lurking there, too shy to post. Without this forum for my ideas, my writing, my photographs, I would be very alone and losing hope. Even with flesh and blood friends close by, knowing I could express all my strangest thoughts for you to see, makes a difference, let's me stretch my wit and heart and soul.

Thank you for a reason to check my email one more time, just in case someone made a comment. Strange like Pacian, one of Dale's stones, Udge's warm humor, Lucy or MB or mm sending joy, beth's little heart, or jessica and Tall Girl's positivity, mbick and dick chiming in, or mark's approval of my photos, herhimnbryn sending love and laughter, and all the people who dip their welcome oars in to make the work light for all. You float me above every time, you fill my RSS feed.

Gratitude all over the place.