I did it! I turned off the TV. And for most of the day didn’t use the computer. Not an easy task.
The one thing I did do before I decided to unplug, was to re-read the amazing sentiments, poetry, and encouraging words from Red Room members: some directed to me, some toward others. Persons joined by words, across who knows how many miles and oceans. A chain of heart-notes created a song that I’m singing in my spirit.
Words spoken softly wrapped my soul in a blanket that covered every tiny scratch, every abrasion, dispelled the chill of fear. If you saw me in my blanket, you would think I was the picture of peace, and quite lovely…by the candlelight – lit by caring friends.
I sneaked under the bridge where Harrison Solow left a candle and a box of matches for Mary Wilkinson, and took a match for myself. I read and re-read the poem offered by Farzana Versey; Mary put a candle in the window for me, Sue Glasco gave me permission to be emotional. I received sweet wisdom from Christine Bottaro, and wonderful multiple ideas for "escaping" and destressing, including tea, comfy cothing, good eats, and wonderful reads from many others as well. Comfort, hope, and encouragement offered all around the world from all over the globe, to a slew of us who were dealing with the soap opera segments of life.
Mara Buck summed everything up in her poem: Embrace. "We are ancient souls
with electronic airways, connecting."
Kindness – unsurpassed. Enough to make my day. I stand amazed and overwhelmingly grateful.