Leaving the anger-filled pages of Facebook and Twitter and coming to my WordPress blog, is like finding a sun-dappled forest glade, and lying with my back against an oak tree, chewing on a blade of grass, and listening to the leaves rustling in the breeze.
WordPress Reader is my sun-dappled forest glade, and your posts are the leaves. Your emotions, expressed in prose and poem, waft on the breeze through my mind, wrapping my heart and soul in flowering tendrils of joy and grief.
My joy comes from the joy you express so eloquently with your words. My grief is the grief I feel for the pain you express, the words you choose helping to ease you back into life.
I am here, always available, to listen, to laugh with you, to cry with you, to lend you a shoulder to rest upon while your belly shakes with laughter, while your heart breaks with sadness. I will support you with a smile, a caress, an ear, with encouragement, confidence, and love.
You don’t even have to know my name.