It really is.
I’m reminded of it all the time when it gives me a window to peek in to places of the world I could never see otherwise. Look what’s been hiding under the sea! And gorgeous, prize-winning landscapes images from all around the globe.
And if you haven’t noticed yet you can keep track of your Facebook activity. If you’re on your computer, see that little downward facing arrow up on the right of the blue header? Click it and then go down to “activity log.” It shows you all the links you’ve liked or saved, etc. Should you want to find them again, now you can.
There’s advice, wisdom, and humor to share. (How to age gracefully is a winner!) Thanks YouTube.
The gifs add humor and drive a point home. Fabulous example about not-so-natural nurturing and sportsball with gifs. And the run of gifs was amazing and forever snarky while they lasted at Just Say Amen Already’s Tumbler, that just said it’s final amen.
Another funny. A totally serious review of But Not the Hippopotamus.
But there’s a all this peeking in and all the sharing we do has a shadowy side too.
However, there are shares to feel good about, like the flowchart to help you find what middle-grade book to read now if you loved “Charlotte’s Web” way back when or maybe something else from the options.
But if you’re feeling down, there’s nothing like a bit of shared gratitude to lift your soul beyond the magic light box you’re staring into. Thank you Stephen Colbert for your attitude of gratitude and faith. Thank you Oliver Sacks, for the reminder of the Sabbath, it was nice having you (he just died). Thank you Jesus Christ for emancipating us all, especially women.
This week’s First Draft Poem is actually from a link two weeks ago, but still as lovely as it was then, even though I failed to publish it in a timely matter. Thanks to the patient poet, Lara.
Perfection is that stark place,
that soft place,
exact and in-between
alone and still
where we are found after our loss,
the sacrifice of our telestiality,
a completion of complication
and I am comforted that
more than an inflection,
a covenantal shawl
tucked around our foible-d souls,
the sense that one day
Grace will bring us to
as whole as the stars
as filled as the shores—
our dissonance overcome through
within eternal constellations.
What magic have you found on the internet this week?