As America celebrates Thanksgiving, I can’t help but reflect from the Antipodes the way in which the blogosphere is changing us.
The moment we arrive in this brave new blogging world, the landscape is vast and unfamiliar. There’s so much to see, so much to read, where do we hope to begin?
Yet, as we sit there, staring into cyberspace, someone takes us by the Avatar and bids us, “Don’t be Lost!” They welcome us to Twitter, and their sacred Facebook spaces, and pretty soon we find we’re on the inside, looking out.
This place is home. And our family is diverse.
There are women who explode into our living room – worlds apart and, yet, singing the same tune.
There are men, so kind and brave in their humility, searching for their place on this unravelling path.
There are boys who beam at you from their corner of the globe. Others who paint moonbeams in the sky.
There are those we cry with, and others we get high with.
And then there are those precious souls who, despite their own tragedy (or perhaps because of it), are always seeking ways to make us smile. Again.
This is just some fantasy. It’s not real – they say.
But at the blink of a button, someone close bids us farewell. And we know that they are more than just an Avatar. They are people who reached through their world and touched ours. Uplifted and changed us. Made us strive for better than we are.
This is real.
This is the stuff they don’t teach you in writing school.
This is the ancients, who by moonlight wrote their futures in the stars.
It all starts with a dream. And you know that dream is real when it brings you back in touch with people from your past who say, “So glad I found you here”.
But where is here? It is everywhere and nowhere. It’s a place where what we have in common is greater than our individual parts. It’s one looking glass, with a million different points of view.
This place has changed me. YOU have changed me.
I was that person, at a dinner party, who’d take a breath to say something, and find the moment missed. Spend the rest of the night clutching my drink and watching other people’s mouths move.
I didn’t believe in the goodness of people or the universe. Almost never accepted a gift or a compliment. Even less knew how to say Thanks.
Maybe I’m less afraid to make my voice heard these days. Or maybe people are listening more. I don’t know. But one thing’s for certain – things are different now.
Now I can speak. Now I have faith. Now I believe in the principles of give and take.
So today, I’m giving thanks to each of you…
For listening, for sharing, for daring to dream. And, most of all, for being the change.
Has blogging changed your world? How? Or is this just some wild fantasy?