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I've stopped and started this post numerous times, not entirely sure what it is, exactly, that I have to say today.
There's much to process, but to pick the morsels that you might actually be interested in, ahh, therein lies the challenge.
Between the Moxie Fab World and Cath, etc., sometimes I just don't know how much more there really is to say. I mean, to be quite honest, as much as I enjoy it, I get really tired of hearing myself write sometimes.
But the other day I got an email from one of my readers, Jo, who said:
I was driving to Mass yesterday morning. I live in Michigan and it was quite a foggy morning. About a mile or two down the road, through a heavily treed area, you could just see a very light colored sun coming up. It almost looked like the moon, but it definitely was the sun, coming through and breaking up the fog. I immediately thought to myself...if I was Cath I would be doing some serious "creative writing" or poetry about this sunrise. You didn't even know that I was thinking about you and your talent...but I was!
These words touch me deeply. That she would think of me in that little bit of time when the sun broke through the trees sends me to that place inside myself where grace and tenderness live. That she would take the time to share this with me is a gesture that transcends all the ordinariness there is in the world. And even though she thought of me and how I might write this scene, she has captured it perfectly. I am there, seeing the sun break through the fog, sharing this early Sunday morning moment with Jo, a woman I have never met.
...and yet, I was in her sunrise.
I've said it before and I'll say it again. There is power in the blog. Power in the connections that we make as strangers who then become friends. Power in the knowledge that over the miles and through the air, we are a part of one another's lives despite the fact that we have never met and may, indeed, never meet.
This seems to be the theme to my week. As I celebrate the blogiversary of the Moxie Fab World, I have been reminded of the connections that I am making in that blogosphere, too. My heart is warm and full.
Thank you for listening. For coming back day after day as I struggle to make sense of it all. For allowing me into your world through your comments and emails. For indulging my seemingly growing need for cadence and rhythm in the words that I write.
Thank you for reading these words that attempt to express how lovely it is to know that I was in her sunrise.


