Do not for one minute discount your presence.
Do not for one second, detract from the pricelessness of finding fractals on the interweb.
Do not for one millisecond think that the people you “meet” online have not met your heart in more ways than some of those in person.
I’ve made friends with those I’ve never reached out to.
I’ve made soul remembrances with humans I’ve only seen through a screen.
I’ve made a connection with you just by arriving in your inbox on a Wednesday.
I recently chatted with Gaby on the Spiral Deeper pod about seeing social media as a vortex to finding your people.
That this thing with light flooding your cells on the outside of you is also a light for the spirit internally.
Tears have been shed from my eyes with those I “follow” because my soul has been following them for much longer than this lifetime.
Perhaps following a human on the internet in any capacity is you following a piece of yourself.
The internet can be utterly brutal.
Filled with rage, looping arguments, and opinions that will drive your mental health to the ground.
My type of soil has been one of compost.
I’ve curated social media in a way where I use it as a gardening tool instead of a trash bin, which has only brought me closer to Earth than I ever thought possible.
I am the seed, the people I watch from afar (whether it’s the way they make their latte or the sharing of their divorce) are my water vessels.
I never knew that social media could hydrate me in the way that it does.
Some humans have poured messages into my online abodes that brought me to my knees.
Little regular person me?
Receiving messages like I have?
From what?
Just sharing?
Pretending that my rawness is poured into the void like no one is reading?
I’m not special.
I often show up to these spaces with a constant rumination of why I’m doing this. What do I have to offer? Why are people here?
Surely, this letter to you or the things I post elsewhere doesn’t make that much of a dent.
I recently made a reel on how social media has you fooled into thinking you need to be an expert at something to receive praise, connection, value, recognition, worth, connection, etc.
To tell you the truth- none of that shit matters. You could be the most intelligent, sought-after person in a little bubble and the minute you joke about the typo you made, that becomes the most brilliant thing for me.
It’s how the person expresses their niche, passion, and way of creating.
I am in love with your energy, not your content.
I am captivated by your language, not your fonts.
I crave your life because it’s infused with your stories, not the stories on IG.
I’ve scolded myself long enough.
The insignificance I’ve internally conceptualized keeps me from relating to another and my friend, that is the most significant piece of art you and I will ever actualize.
Art is transmutational because it illuminates humanity.
It reminds you of your emotional latitude.
It offers you the longitude to feel.
Human coherence is one of many paths on the map of cyberspace.
My body would love a piece of your galaxy.
Online friends give us the spaciousness inside ourselves to incarnate with every laugh, relatable moment, and heart-opening pause.
You give my chest a moment to breathe again.
Social media is the garden to which oxygen restructures my ability to hold you with invisible hands.
Our palms can not greet us if we don’t offer them to each other in the first place.
Someone out there is looking for your fingers.
Someone out there is waiting for your online caress.
Someone wants to be a part of your interweb.
The real wifi is the network of the soul.
I’m connecting, are you?
We want to blame the poor reception, but are we forgetting to be receptive, to begin with?
Thank you for teaching me that my signal will never hold its strength and speed without plugging my heart first.
My head gets in the way of our access, but my vulnerability makes it wireless.
I am astounded that I have made friends with those I have never met and will probably never meet.
Maybe those connections are the most delicate of all.
You can make friends without having a single conversation with them, to me, that is some type of sensational choreography.
For the love of the internet, please keep dancing.
xx
In loving, devotional memory of Danna Omari, founder of Noy Skincare. A human I never met, but met in my heart over the internet. You are the most gorgeous, humble angel in heaven shining down on your family. You will always be in my field when I use living libations seabuckthorn oil. 💗
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This piece is absolutely heart-shattering. In a good way. The artist in me needs to be reminded that her work is not silly, but a necessary source of nourishment (for myself and others).
Seeing this refreshing perspective on social media is so beautiful 🌿 I’ve been thinking about the fact that living life without social media is simply not a fun option anymore (and will obviously impact my earnings), so how can I engage with it differently rather than the cycle of deleting the app then installing it again. This helped to shift 🌺