More Than a Voice

There's a lovely voice on what once was the other end of the line, a line which no longer exists thanks to encroaching towers of mobile technology. Even in areas without cellular service, people are compelled to own a mobile phone and learn the landmarks which will enable them to communicate if only for a moment and only if they don't lean too far in one direction or another thus displacing their signal. (I ran across this in Phoenicia,NY recently!) Tonight, AT&T is my friend.

With the voice, several images run through my mind...images borrowed from photos past, tales shared by another, and those generated by the energy and mood of the person herself in this moment. We've never met, she and I, and it's taken us quite a while and a bit of nerves to get to this moment of cellular usage. Had the date been different, would we still be waiting for the "right" moment?

She amazes me, this familiar stranger. We question, second-guess, doubt, and critique ourselves mercilessly at times and often fail to remind ourselves of all that is right with us. Perhaps, what we ourselves sometimes see as less than desirable traits are enviable to others...we just can't see beyond our own perception.

Due to women such as her, my mother, my daughter, my sisters, my friends, new and old, those who paved the way for us, and those I can only admire from a distance, I find more reason each day to appreciate and to take pride in being a member of the female gender.

Is the world right-side-up or upside-down, and where am I on it?