tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231002302671100139.post3633916457540901753..comments2024-03-12T23:44:23.698-07:00Comments on The Gleewoman's Notes: The Outer NetSylvia Linsteadthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17573366368541906101noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231002302671100139.post-82444647000411469262015-02-20T18:36:20.105-08:002015-02-20T18:36:20.105-08:00Yes, I feel a tide in this too! So interesting; th...Yes, I feel a tide in this too! So interesting; that's the other big web, of some collective unconscious, a great sea of stories and feelings that surge, that touch us. It is such a strange consuming thing, our relationship to the internet.... I think like all tools, from a thrown rock to a typewriter, it's danger mostly lies in the hands of the user; it only captures us if we let it. But gosh-- who knows, really? It can feel sinister-- maybe I'm already caught as any bee in a spider's web? Glad to hear of and have your kinship in this, though. :) XOSylvia Linsteadthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17573366368541906101noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231002302671100139.post-8600156764142957692015-02-20T18:33:48.580-08:002015-02-20T18:33:48.580-08:00Thanks for your kind words Abby... and yes...I lov...Thanks for your kind words Abby... and yes...I love your image of winter trees as poems, summer trees as novels. Brilliant! So glad to have you across mountains reading these ramblings and tales. XSylvia Linsteadthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17573366368541906101noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231002302671100139.post-62471119061537255342015-02-20T01:23:24.076-08:002015-02-20T01:23:24.076-08:00omg everywhere I look these thoughts are coming ou...omg everywhere I look these thoughts are coming out; about the internet, about other ways of communing with each other and the land, about the dreaming that we enter into each time we go online. yes, yes, to all of it, yes to the wider net, yes to this trap we find ourselves falling into on a daily basis. I have been offline for two weeks now and I come back and find a whole host of posts talking about the reasons why I went away. I did other things when I was gone. I just wanted to say that it feels huge this thing, this re-wilding, this enchantment, it feels like a wave that is building and building and it feels like soon it will engulf us. I feel like I make more connections when I am away than when I am here, and coming back feels good and scary for I realise what I have missed. I wonder if now all this has become a net that we will never be able to escape - or if it is something we need to escape from at all? Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231002302671100139.post-87432357415904999132015-02-19T05:44:52.916-08:002015-02-19T05:44:52.916-08:00Sylvia, you words ring so true. Thank you for your...Sylvia, you words ring so true. Thank you for your candid outlook on the web of real things and the web of not quite real things. I have struggled with the same conflicts you speak of. Your thoughts on poetry inspire, too. Poetry is embedded in the land and in us, as we are of the land. Funny, I've always considered the stark silhouettes of winter trees to be poems, and full, summer trees to be novels. And oh, if I lived anywhere near you, your workshop sounds like a dream. I look forward, instead, to reading your posts and Elk Lines and newsletters from the Midwest. I am thankful to the internet for leading me to your work. And trying, as always, to balance those connections with ones more rooted, more ancient, more visceral. -AbbyAbby Nolanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17091128191370328480noreply@blogger.com