Freefall

Keys, like the ones slipped in locks and turned but clicked here to enter home inside home. Tapping intead of turning, just another way of entering another place of contentment, a belonging place, secure behind passwords serving as locked doors to keep out the intruders. Even with deadbolts and alarms security is never a given but until violated its my safe place here and you're only welcome if I open the door. I pick who gets past the threshold.

Home, it's always here and it's not ever lonely. It's like a cheaper by the dozen place with the comings and goings and friends bring friends and the number slowly and cautiously grows. You're welcome but you have to earn your keep, you don't have to do much or perform or entertain but you need to understand fit, no barging because this is a china shop and we don't want anyone hurt by bullish behavior or we'll bare our teeth and be angrily mobbish. There are no rules but you must abide by the ones that aren't there. You don't understand that you might want to hit next blog.

Last night I had a dream that I couldn't get here. Your doors were shut, locked, my key wouldn't fit. I clicked and tapped and cursed and nothing would allow me entry. I couldn't find you, any of you, couldn't come home. And it wasn't just me, none of you could get inside.

It was gone. As magically is it appeared, gone. I frantically searched my address book and I found you and you, but not you, you're gone from me and unless they can find you, you're just gone. Like the unraveling of a spider's web, what was so delicately held together now frayed and loose with single strands hanging with no connection, useless, limp. This tenuous tether of cyberspace walker torn away leaving me to drift away from the web's center, the torn thin wispy strand not strong enough to bond to anything else. Only in the woven strength of your strand, and yours, his, hers, was it held together, the silvery center beacon gone now and shooting stars of dimming light in all directions, faint, fainter, now dark.

Then complete darkness and alone with thoughts that ooze and seep and blast off and bounce off nothing.

Then a pinpoint of light, then another, another, until an arcing beam searched the sky and announced a grand opening, a rebuilding like a barn raising. One by one the stragglers came home using lifelines like the cables climbers use in case of crumbling rock or failure of equipment or cyberbungee cords catching the falling, falling just before the crash. Welcomes and whews and that was closes and new web spinning, cinched tighter this time, secured. And then the what ever happened to's and the searching in corners and finally only a few are missing, lost, and won't be back. The ones who hadn't grabbed ahold, who hadn't wired themselves to someone else. It only takes one good trusting secure connection.

Go make sure you have one.