Last week I read Chris' blog and he sounded weary and hesitant to jump into this new tour. His blog reflected that he was leaving his beloved wife and family, yet again, and facing long, hard days on the road. He was appreciative of the opportunity to do so, but was just acknowledging that it was hard for him to do. Me, being an unashamed groupie, shot off an email of support and love and was amazed when he replied that "it made his day." I think I wrote about this last week, even. Was a delightful experience!
At 2:30 this morning I came across a link to Chris Difford's blog, which is always fun to read as his witty take on things makes me think more than twice. The entry began with a description of traveling to Ireland to play, and all the "stuff" that goes along with it. Then, as I read on, I found my own words on his blog. He included my note and said "And so i wake up to this email from my website, and gratitude flows over me like a shower of warmness, Thank you." Stop the presses. Take a breath.
To whoever says the Internet and social media causes harm, I beg to differ. (or Difford, if you will excuse the pun.) If I had thought as a teenager that I'd be able to actually connect with him in a meaningful way and he'd actually be happy as a result, I wouldn't have believed it. This world is so big, and so full of moving parts - people, time, space, places, information -- it never stops. But for one little moment, I reached out across the Internet, not knowing what was at the other end. I am tickled that the recipient caught the bouquet and sent me one in return. It is a gift I will never forget! And two nights of dancing (even if it is chair dancing!) with excellent seats coming up in November really sweetens the onset of Fall. Thank you, Mr. Difford, for everything. We are all just human, after all, and you never know when kind words and appreciation can make a difference to someone.
Onward to a full day that I am fighting to have as I am flaring up and in wicked, evil physical pain. Things I don't want to wait on will have to wait, and I will have to put one sore foot in front of the other and get through what I can, accepting the limitations. This sucks. Not writing this here for sympathy, just personal reflection. If I mention it here I can keep track, which is important to do. The lower back is not super painful but the legs are, with some instability. Hands, arms, and of course, Da Feet. I want to crawl back into bed for the day but know that isn't possible. Onward, I say. With a happy heart from the gift of connection.