Suzi Banks Baum made my day on Tuesday.
She wandered by my blog about intentions and wrote these cryptic words in her comment:
Today, you, once again, figure big in to my life. I received a gift from a friend I did not even know remembered me from 4th grade. She came to me, through you. I will tell this whole story on the Line later this week.
Of course, I was intrigued. Gift? 4th grader? Me somehow involved?
A dash over to the Suzi’s blog, the Laundry Line Divine, ensued.
Here appeared her latest post: If I were brave I would tell you my stories. Here is one.
It is a fascinating story of serendipity and reunited lost friendship. She found her “Twig” from 4th grade and they are now happily catching up on lost years.
Please read if you have a few moments to ponder your own tales of synchronicity.
You may find yourself pausing–as I did–upon reading this paragraph:
Last summer, Geri was in Marquette, Michigan at a memorial gathering for a dear friend of hers who had died 2 years ago. Geri was sitting around a fire on the shores of Lake Superior with friends talking about the interesting people to emerge from the Upper Peninsula.
Her friends run an online business called www.MiUpperhand.com. While talking over wine and warmth, the group turned to talking about Lake Superior Spirit, who, you close readers will recognize as my dear Kathy Drue’s site.
What? What? My heart stopped, I swear it did. People in the Upper Peninsula–strangers, even!–were talking about THIS blog! And, it almost sounds like they were calling this blogger “an interesting person to emerge from the Upper Peninsula.” (OK, they may have finished that conversation, and then turned and said in an entirely different tone–“Yes, and then there’s this blog that some crazy woman is writing in the U.P.–” But no. I am going to pretend they said it kindly and appreciatively.)
You go read about Suzi’s adventure reconnecting with her long-lost friend from 1968–which involved Suzi’s guest post here on Lake Superior Spirit last July– but I am still stuck around an imaginary campfire bathed in a glow that strangers were talking about this blog.
Yep, it made my week.
As Barry and I were driving to Marquette on Tuesday, I mentioned it. Mentioned it on Wednesday, too. Probably gave thanks on Thanksgiving. He’s probably ready to throw water on that particular campfire.
The reason we bloggers get so excited when strangers call attention to us is this: I swear half the world really doesn’t understand what a “blog” might be. They kind of incline their heads and wiggle their eyebrows if you say you’re a “blogger” as if you’re some kind of strange aberration.
You blog? Oh…yes…I see.
When I accompany Barry around town with my camera during his official capacity as a local newspaper reporter, I have ceased to even explain blogging.
“Are you his sidekick?” people tease.
“Yes,” I monotone, with a smile. “I just like taking pictures.”
If you say something like, “I’m a blogger!” they start to back away, ever-s0-slightly, I swear. They nod. They think it’s something kind of weird, or maybe cool, but 98.5% of them aren’t going to ask the web address, are not going to click, and definitely won’t subscribe.
It’s too new-fangled, maybe.
Or, as someone once asked, “Why would anyone want to read thoughts people put on-line? Kind of like a diary?”
I want to retort (and once did): “It’s like a newspaper column! Darn it! It’s a respectable column! Don’t you read newspaper columns?”
I realize that statement–especially the “respectable” part–may have been pushing the envelope. But it gave me a good feeling.
Back to the campfire. To think! Somewhere along the shores of Lake Superior last summer, while talking over wine and warmth, someone spoke kindly about this blog. They set in motion the cogs of a serendipitous wheel which would eventually reunite Suzi and her long-lost elementary classmate.
Stranger things have happened, I know. But that campfire has warmed me all this long Thanksgiving week. Thank you for sharing this crackling smoky story, Suzi.