Isn't cyberspace a funny thing. I look back to my childhood watching 'Star trek' on TV. "Beam me up Scotty" spoken into a dinky little gizmo that looks just like our mobile phones. Banks of computers with people madly typing into keyboards and watching their screens. When we were kids this was all sci-fi stuff.
Now here I am typing away pouring out my heart into that cyberspace and receiving messages from friends all over the world. Comfort carried by technology, lifelines built of invisable threads. Strength in absentia.
Here is my snow covered table, clear it in your mind. Fill it with glasses, cups, plates, cakes, goodies, wine, tea, fruit, coffee, chocolate. All the things we would have together if we could just be sitting at my table.
I think we should add some sunshine too. Birds singing and a few bees buzzing in the flowers. The scents of herbs and roses.
And sounds, yes, sounds. The sounds of talking. The sounds of US brought together accross those endless miles. Talking, talking and putting this crazy world to rights.
Thank you so much for all your emails and comments. You are getting me through a horrible time. When I receive your messages I am at that table and you are there.