The strangest fact about Blogging is that no one, or very few people, starts a Blog to read anyone else’s. That’s just a by-product of the process. I came to Blogging because I woke in the middle of the night a couple of years ago, and the brain whirred into life and started chucking these thoughts round the room while I was meant to be sleeping. I realised I had really enjoyed the process and didn’t want to waste the thoughts so started a Blog the next morning.
But you know how it is. After a time, reading other people’s words, which starts as a suggested ‘marketing’ tool becomes addictive in its own right. That truth that ordinary people have the extraordinary within them is never more clearly demonstrated than in this medium. Lives led, from the outside, without apparent event are suddenly revealed, through some insight or circumstance to be powerful and noteworthy. When people write from the heart and from experience without apology, their words can take on the vigour of a masterpiece, and reading them becomes engrossing and absorbing. That has been my greatest discovery. Nothing is more powerful than sincerity.
I have a number of followers, most of whom are here by mistake or because they wanted to borrow a cup of sugar, but some have made contact and become friends with whom a genuine emotional contact has been made.
Anyway. I thought I’d do a little post to mark my reflections on the event, in between munching on my biscuit, which I will now resume doing