Ridin the Storm Out

So many of us are at a tipping point, a crossroads. Yes you, and you and you. And me. I find it interesting and perhaps more than a coincedence that at this particular point in time we are communicating with each other. When I look up there at my blogrolling list of links I see lots of nods of the head, lotsa yeah I'm there for sure, yep big changes here. And while there are exchanges of mundane information, daily updates on what is transpiring with career, home, hearth, there is an intimate ourpouring of joy, grief, introspection, self analysis, mood and tone and exposure. A most unusual sharing among a group of what otherwise would have never crossed paths. Each of us has a core, a circle of those we read, who read us, comment, shore up and support. And each of us have others with whom we respond to and communicate with. No two cores are alike, I can see a series of circles intersecting, each with a common nucleus. Few degrees of separation. You know how you look at someones blogroll and see someone in common. I like how that feels, it gives me a sense of community, of connection, belonging to something. Most of us are very much private folk, most introspective (hence the need for journal, diary, a vehicle to express) with a desire to reach out and most importantly, critical even at these points in our lives, a NEED to make connections, to touch and be touched, to feel assured, validated, confirmed. And supported. You notice how most comments among us are most likely the most supportive feedback we get in our lives? And how it pisses you off when you see a comment on someones post from someone outside the circle that is less than supportive? Some would say this support from virtual strangers outside our normal life path isn't based on reality, is a false sense of security. I disagree. I've been around the block a time or two, am so far from perfect it makes me ashamed of myself sometimes, have erred more times than I care to acknowledge. But I know what is important, what is real, and I know the difference between fantasy and reality and how fine a line it can be. Is this theraputic? You betcha. Does it feel right and good? It does for me and I suspect it does for all of you too. Do I need it? I do. Most of all I want it, look forward to it, have let it become part of the fabric of my daily life in a very short period of time. Young and old and male and female, married and single, relationships ending, ended, maintained, starting anew, across boundaries and oceans. A diverse community providing hope and support and encouragement and sparking feelings most intimate, delightful, sensual and sometimes pure gutwrenching and raw. Yay for us I say.