Ziplining and online highs

This weekend was our annual visit to Conway to celebrate the end of the year.  I’ve got a post in my head that I want to write about the adaptability of traditions and the tension between ritual and new adventures.  So, I will save details for that.  But while I was gone, two great things happened.  Both, enormous thrills.  In fact you could say I can die now.

The first:

Blume

This was in response to a photograph of Grace reading Are You There Me, It’s Me Margaret? that I instagrammed (see below).

The second was when Rebecca Woolf, whose blog Girl’s Gone Child was one of the very first I read and who remains one of my all-time favorite writers here (and anywhere – her book, Rockabye: From Wild to Child, is marvelous) shared a post of mine.  I didn’t know she read my work so it was a huge thrill to realize she was aware of this piece, and her immensely generous words brought tears to my eyes.

The truth is the last few days in my real-life world haven’t been the easiest, so it was a timely, salient reminder this weekend that this online world can bring kindness, light, and connection.  I encourage you to visit and read Girl’s Gone Child if you don’t already.  Rebecca is downright wonderful.

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4 Comments

  1. Posted June 8, 2014 at 3:51 pm | Permalink

    That is a wonderful feeling- to feel seen and heard by people you admire. I jumped for joy with you when I saw Judy Blume’s tweet here!

  2. Suzanne
    Posted June 8, 2014 at 7:13 pm | Permalink

    So happy for you!!

  3. Posted June 9, 2014 at 5:26 am | Permalink

    Oh my goodness! I can’t believe you got a tweet from Judy Blume. And I was so thrilled that I was directed to Rebecca Wolf’s site after reading your exciting news on FB. I read Rockabye ages ago and someone Rebecca fell off my radar. I can’t wait to get reacquainted!

  4. Posted June 10, 2014 at 10:10 am | Permalink

    What I love most about that picture (and, wow, there is a lot to love–the lighting, the gesture of Grace’s hand towards the hands on the cover, just for starters) is that it’s a library book. Something tells me that if she noticed, Judy Blume would be happy for that as well.