Yesterday’s post was awesome, and loved sharing all those gorgeous things about my new job with you, but today’s comes at the end of a long, luxurious day of doing not really very much, and it’s time to put into practice that gorgeous, liberating writing tool – the ‘stream of consciousness’ (so wonderfully Done Already by Clarkie-Boy yesterday, and a perfectly valid construct to steal off him, mash back into a lump and re-craft into my own shape of post).
But thinking of mashing things back into lumps to re-shape puts me in mind of watching Ghost with our Irish friends a coupla weekends back (it seems more distant than that! I miss them) and how much fun we all had chatting away and just spending time in one anothers company, which makes me think of how truly blessed I am with my friends.
There’s my bezzie-friend-in-the-whole-world, who’s nearly known me for half my life, and who’s been with me through thick and thin. When we get to that amazing ‘Known For Half Our Lives’ time, we’re gonna celebrate BIGTIME. Not sure how yet, but I have a feeling that some level of cup-of-teas will be involved. And likely cheese. And fresh bread. And red wine. And falling over giggling.
But thinking of her puts me in mind of all my other friends – the ones in Real Life, who chat with me, run with me, hug me, listen to me, laugh with me, dine out in style with me (usually sandwiches on a park bench, trying to pretend that the meagre sunshine is still sufficient to not be bundled up in layers yet, or something equally low-key) and whose wonderful presence I get to enjoy regularly, like puffs of goodness and oxygen into my world.
And then I think of the friends I have online (which is still a fairly weird(ish) concept to even accept- but I hold that it’s DEFINITELY possible to get to know people through what they write, through messaging and email and video chats), who I chat to and write with and whose lives I get to read through their blogs, and whose friendship tends to come in the form of their hearts, shaped through whichever typeface is being used, poured out to mine (along with their funnies; their incidentals; their triumphs, challenges and sorrows).
In a way this form of friendship can be easier than the traditional, face-to-face kind, because there’s less emphasis on ‘social norms’ and ‘ettiquette’, both of which need tending to in the Real World. With an online friend, it’s possible to do several things at once, whilst still maintaining the flow of conversation. Or it can come in great, long tracts, through email, which would parch the mouth and ‘hog the room’ were they to be delivered verbally. There’s also more time to consider a response, consider how much of one’s self to reveal, and space to do so adequately, editing as you go along, so that what’s presented is a ‘neater’ version, and perhaps more palatable for all that.
That said, every so often (well, more often than not, really) the idiosyncrasies spill over and out across the pages, bringing forth some unexpected laughs, connections, shared understandings, realisations of shared experiences (the rare, bizarre-but-wonderful moment when you realise that you and one of these lovely people keep on thinking along the same lines, or saying the same things at the same times, or have had eerily similar experiences, to the point where you begin to wonder whether the idea of an ‘other self’ holds any sway – or the sudden, intense, glorious friendship of someone who really ‘gets’ you)…all of which are unlikely to be found except within the geographically-limitless bounds of a world-wide village.
And let’s face it; this WorldVillage can (when it wants to) make Huge Things happen. The power of social networking to be a Force For Good is truly something to be reckoned with.
Education can happen – there is a wealth of knowledge, from the very superficial, to the deepest-buried gems. The internet is the world’s library; storing all the knowledge of mankind for future generations.
Aloneness can be banished – there is always someone in a similar situation.
Awareness can be raised to enable each person to engage with and support the causes and challenges he or she is particularly interested in. Like now.
Because if you’re here, I can safely assume you have either a vested interest in me, the blog, or the blog hop or no reason to really be here.
If you’ve no reason to really be here, then it doesn’t matter, but if you DO have a reason for being here, then I can assume you’re at least a little interested in me, my blog, or this hop, in which case you’ll be at least a little engaged when I tell you there’s the challenge of An Action about to be presented.
If you’re the kind of person who stops engaging when Things Might Impact You, feel free to skip ahead.
If you’re the kind of person who might consider that actually, at the other end of the words you read is a person, and that person has something she cares about and wishes you’d support her in, then please continue to absorb what I have to say.
There are times in this online world when things can reach into your heart and grab it with talons and not let go.
Like when I found out my friend (and fellow TToT co-host) Dyanne had been diagnosed with breast cancer years ago, and went through a whole mess of invasive, painful, awful treatments to stop it from taking her life.
That she is now still receiving treatments, is (for the large part) fighting fit again, and now has to deal with the unusual (but equally as challenging as the traditional) “Why me?”, as she comes face to face with those whose cancer treatments are not as effective, or are taking a far worse toll. To come through all that is not all sunshine and lollipops and celebrating and new boobs – it’s also constant reminder and struggle and survivor guilt.
But what can you do? I mean really DO? These things happen to people, right? And really, why NOT Dyanne? Why NOT each of those people she knows and sees? Why not each of those people we all (I suspect) have known who’ve gone hand-to-hand with cancer?
The ‘why not’ is contained within the ‘What You Can Do’.
And that’s sponsor me, as I run to raise money for Cancer Research UK, in a local Race For Life.
Because when one or another research facility finally cracks it, and figures out how to make this beast called cancer go AWAY, or how to reduce the awfulness of the treatments currently available, then we all win. I promise you that.
I have a goal of £500 to raise by October 18th.
Even if you can only spare a few dollars or a couple of quid – every last penny will help, and perhaps, one day, it will be over – we will have won.
Talking of ‘winning’, I had a moment this evening where I felt that I’d won. It was later described to me (in the book I was reading, but wait a sec…) in terms of a ‘Kairos’ moment:
I’d been asked to babysit for two beautiful sisters I’ve known since babyhood through my previous job in daycare. They’re 8 and 5 now, and still both completely scrumptious, and I’m so pleased that my relationship and connection with them has been allowed to go beyond the confines of my role. They are my friends.
And tonight, as I sat there with Big Sister snuggled tight into my side, alternately reading the Beano to me, and discussing the salient points of Strictly Come Dancing, and Little Sister snuggled into my arms and slowly fell fast asleep, it was a Kairos time – there were no demands, no stresses, just the joy of being in each others’ company
Later, I was gifted with another, longer, stretched-out-luxuriously Kairos moment – once both girls were asleep, and I was back downstairs, sitting on the comfy sofa, reading Glennon’s book ‘Carry On, Warrior’ (it’s beautiful and totally worth getting hold of, whether in book or e- form), watching the two cats dozing off, and taking time in between chapters to absorb the message and Tweet with friends on my phone. Gorgeous.
I returned home, safe in the knowledge that Husby would be up and waiting for me, and that we’d eat together and indulge in another episode of Bewitched, and probably sit there companionably, holding hands, chilled. More Kairos.
Finally, on the Husby front, there was news this week which made me think once more of that magic wand I wanted a while ago, because there is HOPE again. Perhaps someone waved that wand for us – who knows – but after a test this week, it’s wonderful to know that, whilst still lower than the lowest ‘fertile’ range, he’s now firing at 2/3 that number – four million more than the lonely 1 which there had been previously. And as it only takes one to conceive a child, there are now a few more million chances for us.