Now, usually I hate it when things get all mushy... the effects of living with DH's stoic Scandinavian family for over a decade make it all a little too hard to take. That, and I can't help but want to rouse everyone around to smiles again. So, it took something extra and out of the ordinary to get me to chime in along with Vicki, Cara and Margene in writing a post about how much blogging has affected me.
Now, Margene's post I can understand... after all, it was her birthday this week and Carole and Teyani organized a super smashing birthday inundation/surprise, totally wringing out all of her emotions and leaving her feeling deliciously loved. Vicki is celebrating another anniversary (actually two - her blogiversary and the celebration of being smoke-free), so she is feeling especially reflective, as well as having a contest. And Cara, well she was inspired by these expressions of love and her compassion is right at the surface, so she was just being more of Cara.
Me, it was Sarah HB that pushed me over the edge into serious gratitude mode.... she wrote last week asking for my address and saying she wanted to send a little something to cheer me up, knowing what a hard time I had been going through as we waited to hear the fate of DN's surgery. I thought maybe a bright and cheery card or some chocolate, but not Sarah... she thought she would make sure I knew I was loved and my concerns were real to other people as well. Last night, well after dark, I arrived at my local PO to find a package locker key (always an encouraging sign), which led to a box, which when opened contained a gift bag:
She had packed great aromatherapy goodies in it to help DN with her healing... and that certainly would have been more than enough.
But that wasn't all.... Sarah wanted to make sure that she gave me something to ease my stress as well. She sent along this lovely spindle bag and four ounces of sky-colored handdyed Romney to keep me happy in between the bouts of stress. These colors remind me so much of the glimpses of Sarah I have gotten over the months that we have been reading each others' blogs and KALing together.
I have been blogging for two and a half years and have grown to expect that knitbloggers will rise to the occasion for tsunami victims or hurricane victims. They will support a fellow knitter who is running, walking, biking (probably even crawling) to raise money for a good cause. They will spread the word when someone needs consoling, and I certainly got a ton of email a few weeks ago, keeping tabs of DN's progress and successful surgery. That was above and beyond, so this package just knocked my socks off (you could check if you were here... I really am not wearing any).
I realize that learning to be on the receiving end, instead of the giving one, is a task in front of me for midlife; that said, I just had never internalized that the bloglove thing was happening to me, too. I have been through a lot of upheaval in the past two years, paralleling this phenomenon of blogging; how would I have ever guessed back when I first used blogs as a classroom assignment for a group of high schoolers how very different my life would be in March of 2007, and how much of that difference I would owe to blogging about knitting. Things have been slowly pulling around to the positive (it must be a lot the same to try and turn an ocean liner in midcourse during a storm), but it has been all of you that kept me sane while I waited. So many blessings to all of you. The latest on DN is that she is recovering well over at her aunt's house, and considering coming to spend some time with us later this spring... Sarah's goodies to her go out by the morning's mail.