Investigate2's Posts - The Ark2024-03-28T09:48:52Zinvestigate2https://lovevideoplayhouse.ning.com/profile/emmasayshttps://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/2196226344?profile=RESIZE_48X48&width=48&height=48&crop=1%3A1https://lovevideoplayhouse.ning.com/profiles/blog/feed?user=bmuej8mmlz3e&xn_auth=noA Smile For Amytag:lovevideoplayhouse.ning.com,2010-07-11:2426069:BlogPost:849602010-07-11T23:08:38.000Zinvestigate2https://lovevideoplayhouse.ning.com/profile/emmasays
The Kat came back. :)<br/>
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The Kat came back. :)<br/>
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<br/><br/>A Response To Nobodyschild99's Blogtag:lovevideoplayhouse.ning.com,2009-09-15:2426069:BlogPost:665892009-09-15T14:10:54.000Zinvestigate2https://lovevideoplayhouse.ning.com/profile/emmasays
"Community, Sensitivity and the Leaving Concept"<br />
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When I read your excellent blog it brought back so many memories and thoughts of my time on social networking sites these past two years. It has been an amazing journey.<br />
These days it is difficult for me to communicate my thoughts through speech or the<br />
written word, so please bear with me.<br />
<br />
Most of my time was spent on LV, this is how I envision it, looking back.<br />
<br />
"When I opened my door in the morning and looked around there was a vast expanse…
"Community, Sensitivity and the Leaving Concept"<br />
<br />
When I read your excellent blog it brought back so many memories and thoughts of my time on social networking sites these past two years. It has been an amazing journey.<br />
These days it is difficult for me to communicate my thoughts through speech or the<br />
written word, so please bear with me.<br />
<br />
Most of my time was spent on LV, this is how I envision it, looking back.<br />
<br />
"When I opened my door in the morning and looked around there was a vast expanse of<br />
land, green and quiet except for the birds singing and the rustling of leaves.<br />
Down the road apiece I would stop in here and there and visit for tea.<br />
At each house a friend would tell me a joke, a story, share their fears and sorrows,<br />
even sing me a song in their bathroom while playing the guitar.<br />
They'd show me their cats and dogs and share their love of animals.<br />
There was even an English lass who served us tea and shortbread cookies<br />
which never failed to delight me.<br />
<br />
Sometimes a few of them would get together and perform a mystery, comedy or<br />
group song. One never knew what they would come up with next, why, one day<br />
there could be the 'twinkie' moment and the next a dancer wearing sexy black boots<br />
or a little girl climbing out of a Big trunk!<br />
<br />
Many folks came to visit at my house, I mostly had cat stories to tell but they seemed to enjoy them.<br />
<br />
Now and then there would be a for sale sign on a front lawn.<br />
We'd visit and say goodbye, wishing they'd change their minds.<br />
Sometimes they'd move then be back after a couple of weeks, stay for awhile<br />
then put the sign up again. After awhile I stopped attending the going away parties,<br />
it was just too confusing. I didn't worry about them, it seemed they always had lots of company.<br />
<br />
At times while walking I could hear a ruckus, arguments would break out, a few days later all was peaceful again.<br />
<br />
One morning I ventured out to visit one of my favorite places but no one was home.<br />
I didn't worry, I knew they'd be back, they'd lived near me for a very long time.<br />
Soon I noticed that the mail was starting to overflow, newspapers were piling up<br />
and the garden needed tending.<br />
Being concerned I sought out their neighbors and asked if anyone had heard from them.<br />
It seemed no one knew where they had gone or if they were alright.<br />
None of us had the key.<br />
<br />
We sent out search parties, trying desperately to find them.<br />
I even created a new place at the crossroads, hoping they would see it if they<br />
happened to pass by, with a big sign saying how much we missed them.<br />
<br />
In the winter they came back.<br />
They had new stories to share with us.<br />
They probably wondered what all the fuss was about.<br />
I didn't ask where they had gone or why, I was just so relieved to see them again.<br />
In my heart however there was this tiny fear that stayed with me,<br />
what if they left again? I had missed them, so very much.<br />
<br />
One day the lights dimmed so much in my house that I could hardly see.<br />
Outside it was as though a slow moving eclipse had taken place.<br />
The darkness was so complete that I could hardly bring myself to step outside.<br />
People still came to visit but it was difficult to answer the door.<br />
<br />
The words to express what was happening seemed to elude me.<br />
Somehow I managed to get a message out to a few people, I didn't want<br />
anyone to go through the experience I had when the mail and newspapers<br />
started piling up and the garden was left untended.<br />
I thought I would fade into the darkness and never return.<br />
<br />
When I moved, to a tiny place with few neighbors, it felt safer.<br />
A few people found me and still came to the door. Even when I wouldn't answer it they<br />
snuck in the back not seeming to mind the absence of light. They brought<br />
candles, told stories and told me they heard me, even when I could not tell if I<br />
was making sense.<br />
<br />
They were stubborn as hell and would not leave.<br />
In fact they told me to quietly come back and visit some of the<br />
old places, there were so many stories I had missed.<br />
I found myself telling little stories again.<br />
<br />
One of them was called "Deja Vu" and was dedicated to the friend who left<br />
came back and left again. It was difficult to write but I had to, it is so<br />
hard to explain why, perhaps only the heart knows.<br />
<br />
It is still dark here but every now and then I'm moved to<br />
open the door and peek outside thinking one day I may hear that song<br />
"Here Comes The Sun", again."<br />
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Thank you Sara.