Funny how things change, the shifts we need to make, sometimes at the most unusual or unexpected of times. I’m putting the post I linked to here now. I’m doing what I was going to do there, here. Realistically there’s no apparent difference, other than the notion of a gesture and the liberation from obligation or expectation in any direction.
Online the lines are blurred, the places we are and aren’t visible to one another, the ways in which we can observe one another so very different, complex, unwittingly inviting intrusion. Here we live in transparent houses. The dividing lines are so ephemeral they don’t really exist. Here we get to see more realistically how close we truly are even though that may have no geographical correlation. Discover where we can touch and where we burn. We place our metaphorical jewels in the hands of the unknown, whether that be a faceless corporation, a real friend or a booby trapped foe. We may place the very heart of our virtual being in someones hands knowing they may crush it at will. Trust is a different thing here. It is osmosis, semipermeable layers. Edges are often invisible until crossed, our own hard to discern or even not where we thought they were.
A small addition, a person of quality, quoting me at me earlier today. Thank you Mary.
“Having accepted that everything is a gift, however it might appear, Misha found life taking on a new meaning.”—- Return to One,p 120