This, my friends, is a true musing. My dictionary say of musing; absorbed in thought; contemplative. Ah, so what could I be musing on that would stop you from doing what you’re doing—scrolling? writing?—and tune in to me? I hope it could be because I’ve had a breakthrough of sorts. I’ve been in an amazing eight week course and connecting with some of the wisest, funniest, most creative women on the planet. I began with “wisdom envy” and as we come close the end of the course, I have nothing but gratitude. It is so good for us to notice how connected we are in a world that tries desperately to divide us. I have written in the past, for those who are long time readers, about “us” VS “them”, but it was more than that. It was “You are alone here. Get used to it!” What I have learned in the past weeks is that we are connected in so many ways that I have to laugh at anytime I felt alone, and chalk it up to inexperience. Well, that’s not exactly it. I think I fell for the “Lonely Crowd” hype, one reason one should only go to college after 50! Those somber grey headed men I took classes from are partially responsible for the huge growth in people running to therapy in the 60s. Of course there were other contributing factors, but I remember being so depressed by the sociologically supported data that showed we were a world of lonely people unable to connect. I think these feelings of loneliness contributed to the marriage machine that sent co-eds off the deep end when a date turned out to be just that—a date. What? No proposal? Off we went, desperately seeking what? My guess is company, locked in for a lifetime, guaranteed. (Remember, these were the days when a man couldn’t run for president if he was divorced!) Now I don’t discount the lust/love factor. Many of us have tried to separate those two, but unless you were one of the amazing few who met their true soul mate at 17, lust was a contributing factor. Feelings not felt before; weakness in various body parts; the pitter-pat of the heart as “HE” rounded the corner; the electricity when his hand touched yours. What could this be but love? Well, these days, anyone 14 and over can explain the chemical formula. And yet, young women are still afraid to bond with other women because they are the competition and they can’t be trusted. I wish I could create a pill that would let them taste the beauty of women connected through energy and compassion. The true miracle is when friendship, respect and yes, love, arise in moments and last—however long they last. Feeling the support of others who have never met you but pledge to be part of the net of your life is not a chemical charge; it’s a gift that raises one to the heights of gratitude times ten. I have been given that gift from 1000 women spread across the globe, connecting on the website, e-mail and phone. I have been given the gift of understanding technology. When we connect through our writing or speaking our hearts, with no fear of judgment and no competition, it is a high equal to—well, whatever you consider a high. The sense of cooperation and the desire to help each other reach our highest potential through our passions is something I’ve only experienced once or twice in my life. I have been thinking about it a lot, and my musing led me to you. I send you each love, compassion, respect and support as you live your life.
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