If you come to Portland, Oregon, let's meet at Powell's Bookstore. That's what I wrote to Annie. And we did on Monday.
I felt as though I was just re-connecting with someone I had know a long while. Annie is like that, a person whom you connect and laugh and show photos of the family. I got to see first hand Annie's reason for travelling to the northwest; photos of her son's wedding. What a treat and what a beautiful event for her family.
Annie asked me a question about my writing practice. I have thought about this all week. When did I start writing? For me it began early in letters. Boy, do I wish I had them still. Letters to a pen pal, my grandmother, and my aunt. Poems here and there. My writing has been like the ocean ebbing and flowing. This month the tide is out and low. Not much writing this month. School is out (except for a couple of days of finish up work). So I hope to rejoin in the weekly prompt writing.
Having a blogging community is like having pen pals. However, it feels like the topics we connect on run deeper and closer to our hearts. It reminds me of questions I asked earlier this year:
How is your sense of electronic connectedness through blogging deeper and more fulfilling? Or is it?
Could it be that serious bloggers are truly redefining "community?"
I do think we are redefining community. I think of the people whose blogs I read regularly and my world is smaller for that. Through this electronic connectedness, Rethabile, checked in, passing greetings through Annie.
If we would have had a laptop at Powell's, we could have been on-line chatting as Portland is totally wired.
I am thinking about my trip this fall to Reno, NV. I hope to meet up with other bloggers then. It was so good to meet Annie. I look forward to sharing time again with her.