Recently, a blog reader sent me a link to another blog by an American woman living in England, called Gifts of the Journey, and I have enjoyed reading it and seeing her beautiful photos of England. I was surprised to learn that the blog's writer, Elizabeth, used to live in Atlanta and was a single mom.
I hope you will go to the blog and click on the link, because I left a comment about Elizabeth's latest post. Sometimes fate brings people together in a strange way, and I feel an odd but wonderful connection to Elizabeth, although I will probably never meet her.
Sometimes I feel like something of a blithering idiot, blogging about my life to an audience of people who probably think I am nuts to reveal so many private things online.** Then I read one of the blogs I like, and I feel, as a blog reader, that connecting with other people in a blog is almost a sacred thing. In this digital age when so many of us spend a significant amount of time sitting at a computer, we are not all isolated and estranged. We are connected through the internet.
And sometimes we get to meet in person, and that's always exciting, to me anyway.
My kids take for granted that they can sit down at a computer and be entertained or enlightened for hours. I do not. I grew up without a computer, so for me it will always hold a weird fascination, since in some ways it seems like almost a magic box.
My mother connects with a group of cyber friends every day. Even though she doesn't feel up to getting out a lot, she has a sharp mind and is never bored, and her computer is a big reason why. I wish more seniors would take the time to learn it.
**I am revealing far fewer things about my kids online these days, as they have started telling me "You can't blog about that!" occasionally. So I don't. They continually amaze and delight me, but I don't share everything here for fear of embarrassing them.
