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The aroma of friendship
The other day in the mail, I received a package from Amy, J-land's wonderful hippie chick (her journal is private). In it was a potpourri blend for my girlchild, a colorful, spicy concoction that sent us all oohing and craving more. This stuff is incredible! I just don't know the name of the blend. I now have Comfort (my blend) in my bed and bathroom, the girlchild's is in her bedroom and our living room, and I'm sending off an order for more. Amy has recently ended Earthmother's Cupboard, even though I still have the link in my favorite sites column.
I've always been deeply touched by Amy's generosity of spirit, heart and action, and her sense of humor, and her talent with potpourri blows me away. In all honesty, she has been a real inspiration to me as she has sought and seemed to find a true passion in what she wants to do, besides being a wonderful wife and mom (as if that wasn't enough).
What are the odds that this would have happened if it hadn't been for J-land? An over-the-hill, neurotic southern belle in a tiny Tennessee town becoming friends (and I do think of Amy as well as many other people here in AOL-J) as a friend) with a freewheeling hippie in Pennsylvania? In my kitchen yesterday, I looked at the postcard from London sent by Kathleen (another private journal) on my fridge, held in place by a magnet I received from Mara (Amused and De Profundis), whose cookies my family enjoyed so much at Christmas. I'm reading The Secret of Hurricanes (more will follow about that) by Theresa Williams-author, who, whether or not she realizes it, has become somewhat of a writing mentor to me. Yes, I have friends here. Whether the connection has been just electronic or there's a tangible presence as well, I have friends here, and I'm grateful.
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Kathy wrote: "I feel a part of something larger than myself. In a sense I am finding my tribe." Well said, and I feel that, too.
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Makes me think of centuries past when scholars wrote back and forth constantly but might never meet face to face because it was so had to travel. :-)
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It's true. At dinner I will say, "My friend So and so is doing this" or My friend Mary said bla-bla-bla today" Then I'll remember. I've never even met these people. I don't connect outside of the computer as much but still I feel a part of something larger than myself. In a sense I am finding my tribe.
KAthy
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Excuse me but you are not an over the hill southern belle! We are never over the hill! I am so glad to call you a friend. I have enjoyed getting to know you.
4/15/05 7:03 PM