My friend Shannon Barber has dedicated a poem to me. I find it incredibly touching. It is also deeply personal and powerful, as she and I both have in many ways gone through fire. It’s hard to describe how exactly it feels.
I’ve had books dedicated to me, which was wonderful and touching and I appreciated it so much. It was an honor, and I was tickled, and I was touched and happy and joyful.
A poem, though? Especially one so intimate? It’s hard to describe. Someone I’ve never even met in person feels this powerful connection to me (and I to her), and has seen the real me in ways that are shocking and almost painful in their insight.
Today, I love the Internet.