Caring and Connecting in The Dance Of Life

Last week when I was at one of my lowest points I got a gift in the mail. I was feeling alone and scared and at that very moment whatever forces in the world responsible for such things took charge and I held in my lap a beautiful book unlike anything you've likely seen. I held it near my heart.

In 2002 I began working remotely with two groups of artists online. These artists shared materials and techniques that were new to me and as we worked together I kept reflecting on my long time interest in the idea of community and connecting in new ways.

Over the course of the next four years we collaborated on a number of projects including many which were published.

But as good as these relationships were for me on a creative level, the time and energy spent interacting was taking its toll. As my energy level decreased I was led to delve further into what I'd been preaching in the physical world about creative marketing through new ways to build community and to connect.

My focus gradually shifted to learning more about ways to interact online and encouraging others to do the same. Some group members began to publish blogs. Some have authored books, taught classes, produced CDs, given seminars.

But many came together recently to create a different kind of book for me now during my cancer treatment. It  epitomizes both the ties we have to creation, innovation and even adaptation, but most of all to caring.

This video both shows the art tag book they created and demonstrates my emotion and gratitude for their work and generosity.

Comments

[Donna]

I found this post in the middle of my trying not to drown. I've gone completely into a shell since my illnesses have become worse and also, because of the constant stream of doctors, tests, medications..... I really really hate not being able to get outside. I am supposed to be Thankful for what I can do, I can still walk. I'm addicted to oxygen, the hose up my nose and the tube I'm attached to for years now, and always will be, my oxygen machine.

The reality of being tired, or getting worse hits after days or months of people telling me, or me telling myself, that I have to get myself back on track, do or be what I can be.... but at times it's the illness progressing and how I truly am, and that's a total bummer.

We're always the same inside, yet when things happen to us, we have to be reborn and learn how to live, all over again... again....again.... and who we are...

Take care of yourself.. I am glad that I found your site... maybe someone was watching out for me today..

Donna

[anna]

What wonderful, amazing, caring, kind-hearted, talented friends you have, Susan.