The cursor blinks - waiting for something to happen. The words do not come. So we type the random thoughts that run through our minds waiting for the inspiring first line to come to us. The process is painful, the words do not come. So we walk away, leaving our thoughts unspoken, unrecorded. But the thoughts are there, the idea is there, the inability to complete our good intent however is there too.
Neil Young, one of the masters of lyrics in my modest opinion, once spoke of it in a song of the same title. One of These Days always struck me because it spoke to me, it was me and it is me. Is it you?
One of these days,
I'm gonna sit down and write a long letter
To all the good friends I've known
And I'm gonna try
And thank them all for the good times together.
Though so apart we've grown.
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I never tried to burn any bridges
Though I know I let some good things go.
So often, we intend to to do the right thing, to write and let someone know they are important, that they made a difference, but I know I usually experienced a moment of epic fail when it came to carrying out the task. And don't you regret it? I do. There are so many people in my life that I regrettably left behind. People I never wanted to lose touch with but through life's ups and downs and my own egocentricity, I have lost.
So to all my friends out there that I owe a letter, a call, a reminder that you were an important factor in my life, thank you. You mean so much to me. I truly wish I could find you and let you know.
Lisa, the days spent together in Denmark were amazing. Two lonely Americans in small town in a foreign land, it kicked ass! Our travels in Europe, alone at 17, were life changing for me. Still haven't told my kids about many of our adventures! We were the Drifters. Hiking all through Europe, camping on the beaches of Portugal, experiencing a revolution!
I still have the posters in my garage, it's kind of tattered like me. But going through that experience and the experience of being there vs. how it was reported in the America media was truly a wake up call.
And to all the other foreign exchange students in Denmark in 1974-75 it was an experience I will never forget, I hope you do not either. We were young and becoming worldly. Shedding our national skins and growing into citizens of the world. I wish we could get together again... Peter, Don, Cindy, all of us, one last time.
Bob, well you know...at least I hope you do. No, you know.
Abreeza, a beautiful name for a beautiful soul and you have a heart of gold. Your youthful innocence, your laugh and your smile, your presence made my day. I hope you have blossomed and your life is all that you desired, because girl, you deserve it.
Jeanne, my BFF before we knew what the fuck a BFF was. Wait, I call and write you, you don't count here! ;-)
And to may many friends here. We all have those folks that we recommend just cuz we like their comments, or activism, or their passion or possibly their very cool pootie pics, but we all have our favorites.
To panicbean, leo joad, shockwave, eastvan, kitchen table activist, london yank, who commented in one of my first diaries that truly meant something to me, thanks again for keeping me here. And to the new folks I have gotten to know along the way, noweasles, cfk, Trix, dood abides, dday, gchaucer2, Vaultin, nonnie99999, watercarrier4diogenes, mem from sommerville, lockewasright, fedupcitizan (who I might add I will share a couple of grape pixie stixs with someday!), crashing vor, jeff in alabama (concho y toro baby - I remember) Seneca Doane, borkitekt (whose diary on the northern Danish coast still brings me wonderful memories) and anyone and everyone associated with IGTNT diaries, and so many others - thank you for your inspiration, compassion and cyberfriendships. I hope someday, we can sit down and break bread.
And to Meteor Blades, well, can I kiss the ground you walk on? I think you are know you are one of my heroes. You are an inspiration in so many ways.
Be honest, it's exhilarating and satisfying to know that you do make a difference in someone's life. And it is even better to acknowledge the people that made a difference in your life and that you have lost touch with along the way.
So it's late and no one is reading, tell me, who is someone you have lost touch with, let them know that they were meaningful, they made a difference, they touched your life. You never know, they may be here, hiding under a name they made up late one night, when no one was reading...
Peace
Sue