I’m not a fan of FB or Meta, or any of the mega social platforms that exist now, in 2023. When it was fresh and new, it was fun. There were things to explore. There was humor to find. There were friends to reconnect with.
Now…oy! It’s not much more than stress and unkindness and competition and worry. So, I avoid it like a room-temperature cup of coffee . But, this morning, while checking my work FB for messages, I found someone had commented, this morning, on something I wrote FOUR YEARS ago. I didn’t remember the post, of course. It was just a comment I left on someone else’s feed…but it was a glimpse into who I was 4 years ago and I miss her joy.
I miss her lightness of spirit and her forthrightness about it. I miss her ease and her honest laughter. I don’t know where she went. I had to re-read that post at least 3 times because I was struggling so intently to make contact with that voice. To hear myself at that moment.
I couldn’t capture her. So the best I could do is store her sentiments here, again…
Someone asked, in 2019, for a honest inventory of what made us happy, aside from the obvious “friends and family” responses that are such common ones.
What I said then: “I adore you, Dale!!! I love real relationships, being of service to others, a good belly laugh. I love cross country hiking, spring light, seeing a genuine smile from someone I love, white roses (in a vase, not in my yard), pink, purple, red roses in my yard. In no particular order, based on this post — my children, my husband, my siblings, and my mom — but this all falls into the “real relationships” bucket above. I love a good read, time to write, a close, full, moon, spiritual exploration, meditation, a good cup of strong coffee — European style. I love Aurelio’s Pizza (Chicago, thin). I love the ocean, and open water; rivers, streams, brooks, even a good-sized puddle. I love candlelight and firelight, fireflies, ladybugs, bluebirds. I love authentically periwinkle-colored nature. I love tanzanite, emeralds, blue diamonds. I love honesty, warmth, owls in flight. I love this question. Have a glorious day!!!!
What I would say today, I don’t know…but I am going to continue to try and find the person who wrote that.
LIVING DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE 