Came home from participating on an inspiring advanced training for group facilitators (after a week of leading trainings non-stop) and I felt drained. Not really ready to go to bed with my wife yet, and not sure what I had energy to do. Just sat there until the idea to light a late-night fire in the yard came to my mind. So for about an hour I just sat there, mending the fire, poking with a stick here and there, feeling how this magical energy-shift was taking place. Yes, there is something utterly magical about fire; it has this calming and cleansing effect on us, humans, doesn’t it? I find it sad to see how we are losing the touch with it.
Anyway, there I was and suddenly I got the idea that now I could spend some time checking out the blog of Lilly, a young blogger who commented on my last post. When reading her comment back then, I had a quick look at her blog and felt connected, and touched. So, now, with the fire burning in front of me and my laptop in my lap (where else?), I started to read her posts. And got totally carried away. In my memories, in thoughts, in feelings. And the fire died out.
So I spent some minutes in getting the fire going again, went back to Lilly’s blog and… found myself sitting in the dark and cold night, with the fire long gone. And I got it going…, only to let it die again…
I am not sure what it was, but it was one of these connections that happen and are not easy to explain. Was it that she is just about the age of my oldest son and that this gets my thoughts and emotions going? Or was it that she seems to be struggling with somewhat similar stuff as I was at her age? Or was it the honesty, purity and beautiful simplicity of her writing, that got through to me? Or was it something else?
The only thing I know is that it indeed was one of these connections, when you feel that you just in a way know somebody over there, although you don’t know anything about him or her, never met them and probably never will.
So, Lilly, just felt like letting you know that there was an old guy sitting by the fire in that chilly night, somewhere on the other side of the planet, tremendously enjoying your writing, feeling connected. And content. And happy.
Keep going, dear Lilly, keep breathing, writing, smiling… and going.