Mea culpa.
As I mentioned when I first entered Susan's Place, this is the first website I've ever 'joined'. Once I found my footing, my frame of reference varied between 'family reunion' and '12-step meeting' (and I have considerable experience participating in both venues). It's not. During the course of learning some of the norms, mores, and values of this whole new world I made many egregious errors in judgment. I'm learning. My error rate seems to be diminishing. I was thinking about this today. How could I accept responsibility and make amends (another remnant of my 12-step days). I realized I can't. This space is far too fluid for such reflection and, as I was advised when attempting to make amends in the other venues listed above, don't even try if you'll just make things worse (when you're in a hole...). So, I wrote a poem. And no one writes a poem without feeling compelled to share it with those they care about:
Acceptance of the limitations of Cyberspace
More fragile than the skeleton of a dream
Turning to dust with dawn's first light,
Or a baby's breath, the long sigh into silence
As she falls asleep.
The reaching out for another's hand
As though it could be touched through
The ethereal abyss between keystrokes.
Clattering clicks separated by eternities
Assuring me that being alone is more natural
Than anything conceived in such a dream.
--Annika
I embrace the limitations of this space and, now that I have learned a few rules of the road, will respect them. Not to get too mushy, but I love all of you. You allowed me to become who I am. And I'm still becoming.