Those of you who read my blog and know me personally will attest to my dislike for the promotion of technology as connection. But I read something this morning ‘Christmas Presence’, beautifully written and evocative, on Elan Mudrow’s blog and it made me think about connection differently. (Apologies, I’m not tech savvy to link). Thank you Elan. You inspired me today.
People go online for different reasons. Some to find love while others find it unintentionally. Having experienced both, I prefer the latter. I no longer look for love in the wider world, but have enjoyed the thrill of a ping early morning or late at night that reminds me that I’m in someone’s thoughts that day. But, it didn’t satiate a yearning. A yearning for connection on a deeper level, where the unsaid is understood. So I returned to the computer to write for an unknown, unseen audience where words connect and found vibrancy in my life again.
As a community we come together to write. We are here because we love to do this. Writing is a paradox. We are solitary when we write and yet, we write to connect. When we do, we are writers.
We write because we love words. We love that we can play with them. We build them up, tear them down, pull them apart, stomp on them, tip toe on them, dress them up into something else, chew them, spit them out, savour them in our mouth and mind. In the moment they are our toys, not to be shared while we play with them, then we release them to make them communal playthings. Make of it what you may.
The best is when one holds someone else’s words up to light and sees something unintended that brings joy. We see a soul.
That to me, is connection. And, like an electrical current, and much like falling in love, invisible until ignited.
Framed behind glass, your words are lit
alone in darkness, they are brighter,
so I return, peer through the fissure
where light escapes
to catch a glimpse
of you, again.
a dawn bird