Heart Happy (cathy_edgett) wrote,
Heart Happy


I look out on a sky bright with pink.  It takes so long these fall mornings for the light to come.  I keep checking for it and now I'm greeted with pink with just a little of the palest blue.

I consider the differences between Facebook and Live Journal.

For me, FB is a string of posts, interspersed with, well, actually dominated with advertisements, and things FB thinks I might like.  I can barely tolerate it, but there is enough there, or maybe it is some desire for torture, and therefore I continue.

Here, I find a respite.  I settle into each post.  I rarely comment, but I do absorb and contemplate.  If I were to leave one venue, it would be FB and not LJ, and yet if everyone leaves here, what is left.

I think of community.  What does it mean to me?  I began here to communicate about illness.  It was a one-way street.  Now, I consider what I gain.  It is a part of my morning, my day.  What greets me here?  I never know, and yet, it is as much a part of my day as brushing my teeth and combing my hair.  Is there more I might say?  In this moment, I sit with the pause and the changing sky.
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