Because, as William Cook states, I believe that "we are here, charged with the task of completing (one might say, creating) ourselves" I cannot picture the friendships I have found here in blogland, as a circle. The friends and people I meet are ever coming and going, staying and sparkling, growing, covering the bare spots of this person I am always becoming. I spent much of my younger son's nap yesterday accumulating the names and blog addresses of everyone who has visited me in these 10 enchanted months to reciprocate a wonderful award given to me by my dear one, Silke, and realized I don't find a circle of friends. I find what you see when you look into a sparkling gem or the perfection of a soft, verdant, green moss. Just when you think you are looking at the gloriousness of a blog circle, you see that it is mutable, filled with always new faces, new blessings, growing with you or sparkling once on that facet of time with that one comment, never to be seen again for they must shine for someone else now. Friendship is a land of moss and sparkle, days of soft comforts and laughter's glitter and twinkle. I have friends here that only answer my posts or comments by email, are there with a smile or a kindness with almost each post, who may visit and I never know, who are all they need to be to make this blog experience all that it is. I have been so inspired and so joyous this year of sharing! Who could believe it? Who could know that you could find a journal of joy and friendship on a computer screen? "We experience ourselves, our thoughts and feelings as something separate from the rest. A kind of optical delusion of consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from the prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty. ... We shall require a substantially new manner of thinking if mankind is to survive." Albert Einstein said. I know that we were or are never separate, restricted, from eachother. We perceive that we are. We are collective and creators. We could never really be separate, we never could be. We are a glorious, amorphous, puzzle with new pieces added every moment, never to be completed in the true sense, but to be seen as a creation of constant beauty that with each turn of perspective, shines in a different way and shows us something or someone new. How I marvel at this portal as I have called it before. How I marvel at this "wondrous place" where I meet new people and get kindnesses from so many I may have not met without blogland. I am able to give true love and blessings out within this faeryland and am not limited to only those in my daily life and surroundings. So, I dedicate this post to all of my sparkling souls who come here to be part of something so much bigger and stunningly faceted. You are the soft landing, the creators of all things human and beautiful and I am humbled to know. Thank-you Silke at http://www.silkepowers.blogspot.com/ for inspiring this post by being inspired by someone else to give me the Deborah Award created by Ces at http://www.cesandherdishes.blogspot.com/ I can truly say that appreciating others and telling them so is the jewel we hold in our hand and the softest, most verdant gift we possess.
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