I am constantly amazed at the way we can be connected with people we don’t know and will most likely never meet all over the world. Social media is a blessing, but I understand it can also be a curse.

I can share tiny moments of my world, like the birds piled up on the bird feeder and how that relates to something I’m writing or will write, or the barn in the snow, or some precarious position I’ve found myself in when I wasn’t paying attention.

And I get to see someone’s hike in Alaska or garden in Australia or a sheep dog napping in the heat of the day. I see positive ideas and thoughts being put out there in the universe with love and intention and it makes me want to be better. Aren’t we supposed to make this world a better place? I think so.

Of course, I love it when our dear friends, neighbors just ten miles away, call to see if we’re up for pizza and ice-cream. We all need that physical connection, but I also love that little red spot that tells me someone liked my Tweet or my blog, and I enjoy filling in the little heart when I like what someone else posted. It’s like the gentle snowflakes sliding down my face this morning as I stood catching my breath after my run, under the colored lights on the roof. Sappy? Maybe, but filled with joy and peace and love.