I’ve done it twice now in less than two months—met my blogging buddies outside the virtual world of posts and comments and made writers from my blogroll into real-life, in-the-flesh friends.
Now we’ve met Lisa, who writes “Woman Wielding Words” at the same Lexington hot spot.
Both Lisa and Emily have lived in Japan, and both have charmed my partner and me more than we thought possible. But then that’s an understatement, as we now adore both bloggers, not just as writers, but as friends, as well.
We met Lisa, her husband Nathan, and delightful daughter Sarah—along with darling dogs Lizzy and Jasper—this past Friday. Lisa and her family had been living in Kansas, where both she and husband Nathan were teaching at a local community college.
The family, in the midst of a cross-country move with a rented truck and all the books and puppeting materials a drama professor could ever want, had stopped in Lexington, where they have other family friends. Our meeting was mid-move, as they drove to another teaching stint in Massachusetts and straight into the path of Hurricane Irene, as it barreled up the East Coast—a damp and potentially deadly welcome home to New England, where Lisa’s family lives.
We ate a lunch of curry chicken salad sandwiches at Third Street Stuff, before driving a block to my house, where we continued our visit. I got to share our Haitian art with Lisa and enjoy the backyard, as the dogs played and sniffed, sniffed and played some more.
Lisa’s handsome husband Nathan then drove us to Keeneland—an historic Lexington race track. There, playing jockey with Lisa’s sweet daughter Sarah and enjoying a walk with her precious “pups” strengthened our connections and made me, at least, realize that friendships can evolve in unexpected and beautiful ways.
But when we went to a nearby small town called Midway and ate ice cream together, when Lisa marketed my ornaments and art to a local gift shop and gallery owner, I said to myself (and Sara later) how’s that for friendship? (Thanks, dear Lisa.)
Our day may have literally ended with a visit to the dog park so the puppies could play, but it was far from an ending, actually. In fact, it marked the beginning of something new—a friendship that will last for years to come.
Clearly, community comes in many forms. But blogging is beginning to build new connections for me—not only virtual ones—but flesh-and-blood bonds, as well—first with Emily, and now with Lisa and her family.
It would seem, much to my delight, that writers from my blogroll are evolving into friends, and comments are morphing into hugs.
Who wouldn’t want that to happen?
In what other ways can we make the blogosphere reach into the real world of walks with dogs and ice cream cones with new-found friends?
When will you come to Kentucky?