Here goes. The first guest post to be hosted on Adventures of an Aussie Girl in London! And a fitting one too. This guest post was written by the lovely Rarasaur, who I highly recommend you check out and follow if you don’t already.
It’s fitting that she is the first to Guest on my blog as she was also the first person I followed on WordPress and one of my favourite bloggers. Frightfully wondrous things happen over on Rara’s blog as she shares many words of wisdom, hilarity and warmth. She welcomes people into the blogosphere with open arms and actively participates in writing challenges and helps provide blogging tips, advice and encouragement.
She’s one of those bloggers who, even if I’ve been off the grid for a while, I always go back and try to see what I’ve missed. She is also the mastermind behind Prompts for the Promptless which I’ve been known to participate in on occasion (although not nearly enough.
Anyway, enough of the intro and on with the show!
Dear “those Internet people”,
Today I was told to be careful. None of you are real. None of you know me. The nonsensical words flew from the mouth of a woman trying to protect me. Several legal documents have made her family– in a manner of speaking. She’s shared a meal with me (or twenty meals), so she knows me– in a manner of speaking.
She doesn’t understand, though.
I talk to you because you get me in a way that could not possibly be improved by a shared salad.
I talk to you because there is a place for you in my heart. We are family. Sure, maybe we’re separated by an ocean, or a decade, or a couple shades of brown. Perhaps I was your sister in a past life and maybe you’re naught but a passing shadow– but I ain’t afraid of no ghost, or the Internet people, or being a part of culture so magnificent.
Today, the sun winked at me. There’s no other word for it. She winked. Plain and clear as the day itself.
So I laughed, until tears ran down my face and troubles ricocheted their way out of my heart. No one could see me but the smiling sun in the sky, so I was fearless in my response. She is family and more than capable of bearing my burdens, keeping my secrets, and shining a light on the happiness in my heart.
She is only one character though, thrown into a lively story with never-ending roles that I admire but don’t love.
The wind doesn’t understand me– its every breath makes me choke on my own words.
The trees don’t ever seem to hear me right– they take my thoughts and echo on nonsense.
The grass, the poor blades of grass– they are trampled beneath every step I take towards the future.
I found a similar story here on the Internet. It is a complex eco-system, a poem with many verses, and a campfire tale that never ends. My family here is just as the sun– a single character in an elaborate play, a sub note in a long novel.
It matters little though. When I am here, the first thing I see is a happy wink, and the first thing I feel is the warmth of you, and the only thing I think about is how lucky we are to have found each other.
It’s a big world– dark and scary, full of mazes and tunnels– and, yet, here we are. Together. A speck and a star– winking burdens into laughter.
I am happy to count myself amongst one of those Internet people. I am grateful to be a speck to the sun that is you.
We found each other in this big crazy world and the sheer magnitude of that is beautiful, my friend. I have decided not to fear it, or doubt its validity.
You can fear it though, and I won’t judge you for it– because real family doesn’t judge. In a way, I even understand. All beauty is frightening– but it is also frightfully wondrous and hardly feels like fear at all.
Everyone has their burdens to bear though, and if fear is yours– so be it. Bring it with you if you must, but be sure to pack it tightly with all your other burdens in something with two handles.
That way, I can help you carry it.