Lindylou - Walking Through Womanhood

Pencil and paper.  Telephone with a cord. Typewriter. Face to Face. We met. In simplier days when you only met, if a person stood before you. In the flesh, eye to eye. So much can be seen. Windows to the heart.  Nothing obvious hidden. No image or mask to hide behind. No avatar. No miniture picture.  You had eyes, a face, hair, skin, clothes. You stood or sat.  When you spoke, I could hear you. When I spoke, you knew. Crisis abound. Chaos comsumed. Fragile, trust, hope was possible. You once said you saw an aura.  No auras can be felt in technology.  We were real, in a place, in a time, in this spinning world in God's massive universe.  I could be certain, of what I saw, heard and felt.  Physical presence equalled basic reality.  No one physically masked. No veil hung.  No immitations. False Identies. Fake impressions. Our fears were overcome with faith and courage.  We took the risk, equally. Bio, and materially present. How hard it can be to hang on waiting for another puzzle pie