My Community
I have a community. We don’t gather for coffee or gossip over a fence. We don’t take walks together or grab a bite at the local café. We don’t share casseroles or cakes or have backyard cookouts. We aren’t neighbors.
We are a community of creators and carers.
We know one another through words and images, claps and comments.
We hug virtually and give support across Wifi.
I posted this about an overwhelming work problem of fraud that has robbed me of summer:
The responses warmed my heart. To know that you — my community — care enough to take the time to drop a word of encouragement means so much to me.
Francine Fallara dedicated this poem to me, wishing that I find emotional healing and strength. My work burdens were lessened with each word of her poem.
To-date, Kathy Jacobs, Terry Barr, Suryatapa, Michael Kupperberg, Carolyn Riker, Linda A Robinson, PhD, Jack Herlocker, Darshak Rana, Deborah Christensen, Lisa Bolin, and Rob Moir left encouraging and sympathetic words, as well as emoji hearts. And, many more clapped their support.
Yesterday, when I took a break from many hours of work to ease my back and neck with some yoga stretches and to give my brain a rest from numbers, files, emails, and accounting software, I wrote a poem called June Blue that posted automatically this morning, shortly before I awoke at 6:20 am.
Although I am still June blue, my blue is lighter and brighter since reading this poem from Francine Fallara. Thank you, my Canadian friend, for being part of this community that cheers me through my June blues.
Thank you, everyone, for being here and for being here for me.
And, thank you, Captain Argentina, for being here for me IRL. Yes, I realize you don’t know what IRL is 😉 In Real Life. Taking care of our home and pets while I am absent for long hours. Cooking for me — making those dreaded salads 😘 Breakfasting on the porch. Making extra coffee to-go. A multitude of back massages. I couldn’t do what I do without you, mi amor.
