...that you start with good intentions
and you write about yourself
and your job
and your family
and your dog
and you think that you have set clear boundaries
and some things are outside those boundaries
and so you don't write about them
but one day something happens
and you feel that you must write about it
so that the blog is a true record
but it means that what would have been
a private sadness
becomes public knowledge
and you are not sure
if you are comfortable with that
but in the end
the need to record
is greater than
the desire for privacy
and you publish the post
and then friends from far and wide
send messages of such kindness and comfort
at a time when it is so welcome
and you feel overwhelmingly grateful
for this community that you have become part of
which stretches from
one side of the world
to the other,
where there is always somebody awake
writing,
reading,
smiling,
and you just want to say
something that will express how you feel
and all that you can come up with is
'Thank you...
each comment and email
yesterday meant so much...
thank you...'
and you write about yourself
and your job
and your family
and your dog
and you think that you have set clear boundaries
and some things are outside those boundaries
and so you don't write about them
but one day something happens
and you feel that you must write about it
so that the blog is a true record
but it means that what would have been
a private sadness
becomes public knowledge
and you are not sure
if you are comfortable with that
but in the end
the need to record
is greater than
the desire for privacy
and you publish the post
and then friends from far and wide
send messages of such kindness and comfort
at a time when it is so welcome
and you feel overwhelmingly grateful
for this community that you have become part of
which stretches from
one side of the world
to the other,
where there is always somebody awake
writing,
reading,
smiling,
and you just want to say
something that will express how you feel
and all that you can come up with is
'Thank you...
each comment and email
yesterday meant so much...
thank you...'
13 comments:
You're welcome.
I know what you mean. There is alot I don't write about. Well 90% of my life. Some things are just not up for discussion.
Oh gosh, you've got me weeping now.
I'm glad you were able to write and gain some comfort from doing so, though.
So sorry for your loss....it takes ages till it really sinks in they are not going to be there doing their usual things.
Be brave and have happy memories.
Oh Alice, you gave my goosebumps, you expressed it so eloquently.
Just caught up with your sad news - sending hugs
There are tear drops on my keyboard. Thinking about you!
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
You always get it just right.
Oh Alice I'm so deeply sorry, I called by to catch up with your thoughts and find sadness and gratitude, loss and thanks.
The word *Thankyou* can be felt pretty Large in the Bloggin community, we hear you. And you are so very welcome.
Sending love and hugs across the hills to the Magpie Patch, will be thinking of you.
lxxxxxx
Nice to be included. It is an honour to be told such private news. One can only hope to say something helpful in such difficult times.
"where there is always somebody awake
writing,
reading,
smiling,"
it's a lovely thing
Oh gosh, Alice. I am so sorry to hear about poppy. I've been so caught up in my own stuff I am behind in reading. Thinking of you and poppy, I will miss her posts. xoxoxo
We give these little animals our heart. It is so hard when they are no longer there. My dog died in February. I know just how you feel.
As always Alice, you write it so well.
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