I had the good fortune to be able to meet up with Aamba this past weekend at a fiber festival. She’s the first person I’ve met having only ever known her online (that is, not having known mutual acquaintances first), and she’s just as I expected, which is to say very easy to get along with and generally awesome (she likes board games! and Doctor Who! that is so cool!). I hope that her friend was not too offended that I sort of monopolized her attention for a half hour.
Sadly, although I did manage to document every single moment of that day photographically, I think I was so excited to meet her that I completely forgot I had a camera, even though it hung conspicuously around my neck the entire time. I suppose that’s not important. At any rate, she was awesome, we wandered around looking at yarn, and I think there are plans to meet up again sometime in the future.
I’ve been surprisingly chill since then. Before, it really really bothered me that I didn’t have a community of folks to share this with. Mostly, it was angst about temples and whatnot. However, I realized that there is a community i’m part of, even if it’s virtual, and that there’s somebody out there that I know who really does get what it means to be a person not born a Hindu practicing Hinduism, and also keeping all of her own personal tastes and quirks and everything that makes her the unique person that she is.
That applies to Aamba and to Kodanda and Tandava and Art and Mouse and all the other folks out there who are part of this community. And then, by extension, all Hindus of whatever background who engage in conversation with people via any one of the blogs in this network (I can think of a couple of notable folks on this very blog, Surya for one).
You’re a great community. I’m glad I’m now able to recognize that.
(I’m still working on that local community angst thing, though.)