Life is fascinating, non?

I met Gwen Morrison online in fall of last year. She commented on a post I wrote about wishing to go on a writer’s retreat.

You need to go to ours, she wrote. And in October I did just that. I went to Florida at the Write By the Water retreat and Gwen morphed from an online correspondent into a friend.  And now Gwen and her husband Dave just left after a four-day visit from their home in Atlanta, Georgia.

I’m leaving to go on a bike trip with some of my oldest and dearest friends and we will meet the editor of Adventure Cyclist Magazine in Missoula, Montana because of an email relationship as editor/writer for these last several years.

When I get back Kevin and I will meet up with a couple from Chattanooga, Tennessee. They’re coming to Vancouver for a few days before their Alaska cruise. We met them while on a cycling tour in Hungary.

And I just finished texting my nephew in Fort St. John and my stepson in Vancouver.  I sent a Facebook message to my niece and returned a voicemail from my sister.  I’ll be kissing my husband goodbye and going to Abbotsford to hug my father before I leave.

I feel like I’m held in this incredible web of relationships; cyber, virtual, physical, emotional, all of them connections that weave me into my place in the world. A loom that suspends me within its weft and warp…some, admittedly, more warped than others 🙂

And on that note…I am off to join my very real, very physical and oh-so-sweaty and quite warped,  Stupid Friends.