Blogging – A New Community Concept

I finally got around to signing up for the Freshly Pressed  posts – I’m slow on the uptake sometimes, I just live in my own wee world….. It has taken me a while to figure out that some of the bloggers I follow are using the weekly and daily prompts to express themselves, to practise the art of  photography, poetry, writing – whatever it is they are into, and I have been so impressed with many of the posts I am reading on a regular basis.

Inevitably I decided to join in too.

And this has meant that even more of my time has been spent drifting about in the blog-o-sphere getting to know a few more folk, dipping in and out of lives like a ghostly eavesdropper….. sometimes leaving a message, sometimes not.  Sometimes remembering to click ‘follow this blog’ and sometimes not [which I know will lead to a moment of angst when I want to find that post or person again.]

I’m new at this stuff and have been amazed at the world that exists here – I wrote a post a couple of weeks back titled I Like Blogging!  where I attempted to explain all the unexpected delights I was discovering, and now those delights just keep on increasing.  

There are so many interesting people out there – it feels like I can sit in my wee home and meet the entire world!  I’m in danger of never actually doing anything ever again – I may just spend the rest of my days sitting in front of my computer, reading about all the things other people are doing and experiencing!

I enjoy posts from all kinds of people, on all kinds of subjects and I especially enjoy a good chuckle, if not a belly laugh.

But – and now I’m getting to the point of this post – more and more I am reading autobiographical posts that are heart-wrenchingly honest and open and wounded and raw.

I have read posts that leave me sitting silent at the final word, or saying ‘Wow!’ out loud – posts that remind me of – or take me back through –  my own life experiences, posts that make me sit up and take notice, posts that move me to tears.

Some posts deserve slow and careful reading to truly take in the events, to taste the descriptions, to hear the music, to touch the soul of the writer.

All are open and honest and trusting that their words will be read with respect if not full understanding and empathy,  

I read their words and I meet the soul of the writer – the shining being who is suffering or who has suffered, and who is over-coming and is learning and growing and becoming stronger and wiser.

Pain gives us the opportunity to grow and mature and become better people.  Through pain we may learn our life-lessons, to develop our empathy and intuition and perhaps even get an inkling of an understanding of our reason for being here.  Painful events do not define us, it is what we do with those events that we will be remembered for.

This then is the real gift of the blog-o-sphere.  In our fast paced, ever moving, technologically driven modern time when community is fast becoming an endangered concept, and more and more people live outside of the accepted ‘norm’ the blog-o-sphere offers a new community – an enlarged extended family of people interested in people, supporting and caring, empathising and listening to each other.  

So I remain impressed, I am enchanted and most of all I am uplifted to see that here there is a safe platform for expression of personal pain and a community that allows that expression and responds in kind with affirmations, sympathy, empathy and sometimes even [the kindest of] humour.

Rock on bloggers!

And if you knew all this before I apologise for taking up your time – but thanks for reading to the end 🙂

And I promise this is my last post about my thoughts on blogging 🙂

Have a great day and reach out to someone who needs to hear your voice, feel your empathy and touch your soul.

I like Blogging!

I’ve decided I’m liking this blogging thing! And not in any way for the reasons I thought I might when I started ……………….. I started the blog purely to keep a record of the stuff coming out of my play room before it was given away or segued into something other.

Within days it had changed, featuring a post about my drug addicted companion animal Orlando, to the new found pleasure of returning to my long lost ‘old way’ of preparing and eating foods that nurture my health [and are also pleasurably tasty!]  A post about an encounter in the supermarket was my most popular, probably due to its unbecoming title! Then I again remembered my original intention to post pages of work in my art journal – which saw my brief popularity die away at a rate of knots!

Throughout all these weeks however I too have been drifting quietly about in the blogging ether – not just on WordPress either – , quietly popping in to peek into someones thoughts or art work or music or just visiting a while – you may have missed me sitting quietly in a corner of your blog, listening intently to what you have to say, but not yet ready to clear my voice and proffer my thoughts – or I may have just floated on past and not chosen to stay for some reason.

I’ve found myself to be choosy about whom I follow – I’m looking for bloggers who make me chuckle or giggle, or who make me sway to their music or want to join in with their song. I’m looking for inspiration and elevation and aspiration and yes, sometimes even information. What I’m not looking for are the moaners and groaners and wingers and whiners – no – if you don’t like it, do something about it, don’t just sit at your key board and harangue us all. These are the blogs I didn’t visit for long.

And now I’m getting towards my point – I’ve found some interesting folk in far-flung parts of the world – well from me anyway, who lives in one of the furthest flung places known to man ……… where everything is upside down and round the wrong way from the rest of the world – Easter in Autumn, Christmas at Mid- Summer and Mid-Winter in June! In a land where there are no indigenous animals only birds – and many of them now extinct because they were birds who had forgotten how to fly. The rest are pretty much invisible to us as they come out only at night and have to live on protected islands off the main islands due to the amount of introduced feral animals who like to eat our peculiar 2-footed creatures!

A land which many of you who live in far-flung places say is part of Australia – a statement which makes my countrymen and women rear up in horror! [Once I was on an aeroplane somewhere over Europe, and a sweet American man on hearing my nationality asked me if I knew his cousin who lived and worked in Sydney].

So, from my little corner of the world I visit with lovely people who live in exotic or pedestrian places and who write about their lives and their passions and who allow me to pop in for a bit and be touched in some way. My latest discovery is a writer in Jamaica, I also follow a number of artists and crafters liberally scattered across the globe, a gal somewhere in America’s south who keeps me up with country music and related info and a couple of musicians who entertain me with vastly different sounds. An adventurer with a soul and a mountaineer I used to work with. I follow health blogs, music blogs and craft blogs.  I follow blogs about books and blogs by writers, I follow a song writer who doesn’t blog much and I follow a blog about a dog who says a lot. I say little in most of them, just enjoying the range of expression the world has on offer and also the similarity between us all, no matter the age, the culture, the personal interest or the education level.

I am inspired and feel myself once again to be an adventurer in the world. This is perhaps the main reason why I shall now keep blogging. Who knew!!

Thanks for stopping by, and have an enjoyable and well-read day!