Today I had the fortune of having lunch with a woman whom I met through this larger world of blogging, and I must say that, as she was the second person to have stepped out of my computer and into my life, that the experience quite agrees with me. Thanks, Emily Jolie.
It is heartening to see my circle expand, and to realize that the words that I put out into the world -- these flimsy, fragile tones -- can come back to me in flesh and blood, in communion and blessing. As I type these slim paragraphs I may be alone in my apartment, my husband gone to the library to study with his classmates, but I feel accompanied in my journey towards wholeness and healing.
Thank you, to all of you who have left me comments here, who have encouraged me to continue writing; to those of you who have written me private emails, who have shared snippets of your life to me; and thanks to the few who have gotten up the courage to suggest meeting in person, and for being as delightful in real life as through your online identities.
And now, back in New York, this rainy night greets me, and I must attend to other business.