I remember going to my senior school, one of the new boys in a new boy class and watching me and everyone else size up the other faces in the room. Watch someone do something I might do, or hear an observation I might make, and smile in recognition of their echo in my mind, and nod at them, and smile, of course, and then I found a friendship born and life became community.
After that it all slowed down a bit. I became more used to being normal and combed my hair: not every day, of course because that’s too odd, but certainly when I went for interviews, or some girl might smile at me, so life went on
Now we come to Blogging, my new world, and sure enough, just by saying hello, and asking if they really were related to that insect in the photograph, I made new friends, and we visited back and forth. There was a thing called ‘Blogroll’ way back then, and we are talking well over two years , ( can you believe it ) on which you placed your closest internet ‘family’, and got to know, emotionally, each breath they took.
But here, out in this world, we are both real and soap drama. The lives which move us are seldom ever seen, or heard or touched, but through the words and our own experiences, we feel, as echoes once again, something of the life they lead. We live life inside out, and share emotions more than courtesies, though they exist as well, how could they not. Something of what it might be like to live as they must do, and feel how they feel, in lives which move us beyond our understanding holds our breath as they move through some emergency,but then lives change.
Quite often, the need now passed, they cease to Blog and vanish from the room, others find fresh interests and move to other things, we cannot say but this is strange. Recently I get more comments and visits than I ever did, but, except in rare cases, none of them are from the people I first knew, whose names I recorded in my ‘Roll’ lest I forgot to visit them regularly: I still do, because I’m built like that.
I always have a mug of tea when I wake up, and peer out of the window at the sky, as if I might grow crops, and the weather might make a difference to my working day. I am a man of routine, week on week, and visiting friends is part of what I do, but in a world which seeks for understanding, and looks for echoes in another’s eyes, to touch the life of a person never seen, can seem more precious to the private mind, than all the gold lost in some unrecorded sea, and touch we might.
We learn the beauty of a truth, of moments shared, and nods across the ocean, but most of all, as day follows day, and I look at the dawn and watch the sky tell me the news, I sense, for me, there is no permanency more than the passing clouds, or wildfowl on the water making cries to lives I watch but will never be.
to touch the life of a person never seen, can seem more precious to the private mind – that is so beautiful. Sometimes I wake up wondering if I’ve hurt the feelings of someone I’ve never met.
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I’m sure you never have, because you always come across as being pretty thoughtful, and, to be honest, only a thoughtful person would have that concern
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thanks for that, but sometimes I think after the event.
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A lovely poetic tribute to blogroll friendships. Glad I came across you, Ducks xx
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And I you. You are a loyal and valued follower of this Blog, and it is people like you , which makes this experience so rewarding
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Aaah, you make me glow!!!
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Lovely.
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I appreciate the visit, and the comment. Thank you very much
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This was outstanding…looks for echoes in another’s eyes… lovely.
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I always love the way your comments themselves reflect such a gentleness and awareness, which I would never have experienced were it not for Blogging
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I love this so much that anything I say will sound trite. Beautifully said, and I’m proud to have you as a virtual friend.
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As you know, you are one of my most long-standing Blogging buddies, and I genuinely treasure my visits to your Blog, and love your trips to mine
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I don’t know how you do it. You touch the very souls of your readers. I’m still blubbering over the posting…An invisible presence at the birth. I have read it every day since you posted it and have yet to find the right words to comment. I’m trying though…
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You are a lady with a beautiful eye and talent whose gift I would never have known about if you did not share it through Blogging. That’s part of what makes the whole things so special. I really love the vibrancy and lifer in your pictures.
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As one of those ethereal friends, I salute you. Your ability to reflect on how proximity is not necessary to enjoy the kindred spirits of fellow bloggers is spot on. You prove that with virtually every post. The ocean doesn’t divide us, only a lack of will.
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It might not cheer you to know, but meeting you and sharing our short combined volume on ‘Wisdoms gained through Life’ based on shared observations, over a glass or more of something cheering is a firm ambition of mine.
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I am mightily cheered by that prospect. In the meantime, I shall endeavor to actually gain some life experience.worth sharing.
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As one touched by your genuine concern and delightful sense of humor I salute you, my friend.
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As you may know, meeting you has been like something of a literary milestone for Mr Ducks, so who says Blogging cannot change lives
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I’m so proud to know such a wordsmith as yourself, Ducks, even if only in the virtual sense. You are a Pied Piper of words and images, encouraging them to dance and make merry for us. Thank you so very much for sharing your gift, your thoughts, and your soul with us. You completely and utterly rock!
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That comment is very kind, and very cheering to a man who has recently discovered that he has run out of ginger biscuits. More seriously, meeting people such as yourself, and learning of your differing experiences, is a large part of the reason I Blog
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What? No ginger biscuits? I’m making some gingerbread as we speak, but it’s a bit more cake than biscuit…will that help? I could send some! Seriously, thank you Sir… that means a lot to me. I hope you have a wonderful day and keep piping because your words dance so beautifully…
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A beautiful post Peter. Blogland has become familiar to me over the past two years; I found it weird and scary at the beginning and wondered if I could “do it” but I found that I can! And I have met people who I now consider close friends.
I am glad my soul has touched yours 😊 for you bring smiles, messages to ponder upon and sometimes the most raucous laughter on days which may have begun very darkly for me. Thank you 😊
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You make my world brighter with your courage and your generosity of spirit. Knowing people like yourself on here, has been a wonderful and enriching experience
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Interesting perspective.
Sometimes I surprised the kids I worked with by telling them what “the internet” was like when I was in high school. *gasp* “No pictures?”
Yes, things change over time.
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I think when I was in Senior School, the ‘Internet’ was powered by pigeons, and we all had to be very careful about the weight of the messages we sent.
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Your writing is so beautiful and really touch a chord deeply within me – I couldn’t explain what it is, because I’m more an “image guy” – i.e – writing and words are difficult for me and don’t come easy. – All I can say, is I “get what you’re saying” and thank you for this.
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I have found your Blog fairly recently, but I am enjoying the discovery. It reminds me how much quality and depth of thought are out there for those who trouble to look. I appreciate both the visit, and your very nice comment
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Hi Peter, good posting! This blogging is a bit like being penpalls but more public, and of course we are never too sure what the other is like in real life till we meet; still there is a lot to share in a way that we might not share with people close to us. So it has a purpose I think. It gets bad if it is the only way to interact with people, that doesn’t seem healthy. A nice mix is the best perhaps. Then again I just speak for myself. 🙂 x
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As you may know, I have a very high opinion of your poetry, some of which really is like sipping and savouring an outstanding glass of wine for me; rich in observation and expression, so to have you visit my Blog is always a real pleasure
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Blogging and Social Media have changed so many of us. We find kindred spirits and support them. They in turn support us, which is more than I ever could have hoped when I began blogging several years ago. I’ve met, in person, several blog friends and I know I’ll meet more…including you, Peter! It is a blessing!
b
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As with some other Bloggers, actually meeting you is on my bucket list, especially in your new home, which sounds really exciting and I think, if we and are other halves met up over a bottle or two of something nice, we would have a riot: I can’t wait.
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Neither can I!
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My blogging buddy … I remember when you had few on your roll and our comments were life blood to the other. Still, as you have moved up in the world and I slowed down … I eagerly await your posts and your comments on mine. 😀 Blessings sweet friend I have never met in the “real world.”
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As with Barbara above, meeting you and Mike, possibly with Barbara ( who knows ) would be a fabulous experience and I mean to make it happen one day. You are one of my earliest Blogging chums, and your courage and ability to just get up and have another go, are an inspiration to anyone who reads your BLog
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The lives which move us are seldom ever seen, or heard or touched, but through the words and our own experiences, we feel, as echoes once again, something of the life they lead.
What a poetic way of talking about fellow bloggers. Writing is a powerful means of connecting and oftentimes we are able to say what we feel in writing what we can not express in speech.
It is rather lovely this land of blogging where we connect with other writers whom we will likely never see and yet come to know them as a friend.
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I really agree with your last sentence. It is lovely, and I am now going off to look at your Blog again, because sharing thoughts with others is what its all about, and I appreciate yours
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Just… beautiful. Moved me very much. ::big hugs::
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Its so nice to get a visit from yourself. Meeting people such as yourself has been the riches I have discovered through Blogging, and knowing how you are adds riches to my day
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I love the days you post – my virtual and also (for me) my real friend. This one sums up the joy of the virtual world where we can choose, or not, to bare our souls in the safety of anonymity and the comfort of shared pleasures.
xxxx
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You are a real friend to me as well, and one of the first people I came across in Blogging. Your courage and willingness to learn and have another go, are a lesson to all who visited your blog
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Gosh – Thank you xxx
I’ve now committed to helping others full-time – from June next year.
Feels amazing
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Good for you. You will be brilliant at it
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Thank you – I hope so!
No – that’s not good enough!!! I believe so!!!
xx
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This is a lovely post Peter. Blogland holds much to be cherished. It’s also a place that I feel I can always come back and visit, even if I haven’t been able to for a while. I am always glad to find you there with your wise words and your humour. Thank you my friend.
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I always love your gutsy sensibility and take on life. Things are not always easy, but the people we meet can make them easier to live with and you do that for people
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Great post. I too have made blogging friends and then they move on. I am still around, granted not as frequently these days. Mainly because both my laptop and Ipad were stolen this summer. I have a new tablet now and as I learn its quirks and personality, I’m hoping to be back with more frequency. Hope all is well.
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I’m glad you’ve got a new Tablet, but having your laptop stolen is really unpleasant. I’m glad the experience is behind you
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Always a kind word.
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You have been and are a brilliant blogging chum, and I’m always pleased to see a comment from you. Very nice indeed
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When we connect with another, we don’t grasp just how fleeting it can be. Karma might play a role, we touch a life for some reason and then move along. I’m hopeless, in that every person I ever liked I wish still graced my life.
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I don’t think that last thought you had is hopeless: I think it’s beautiful. Life is not often, and possibly seldom is easy, but sharing thoughts and values with those we respect is a joy which Blogging makes much easier.
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–Peter,
there is something quite heartbreaking about this post. The fleeting moments. The impermanence. The virtue people who were once here & now gone.
How is it…that you continually pull at my heart strings? How is it…that I know you?
Sending you love from Minnesota, dear. xx
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You are a real friend, and meeting you was a high spot of the year. What you do and what you are remain one of the wonders of my universe.
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Absolutely lovely, Peter. I can really feel you here. Looking out the window with your mug of tea, I relate to as I have my morning routine. Includes the pc, my cat, and a cup of coffee.
Pensive post, really like it.
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Coming across people like yourself, with the eye and awareness you have is something I would never have thought possible until I discovered Blogging. It has been a fantastic discovery to me
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What a great way to say it–‘friendship born and life becomes a community’. I love that.
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Impermanence. The lesson comes in all forms. In this case–the blog roll–it makes for more work, thus reinforcing the lesson. At least you needn’t fuss with my entry. I’m here to stay…for now. Unless I get hit by a falling bit of space junk while walking my dog, or some other freakish thing that is totally likely to happen to someone like me! 😉
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Now that I have been blogging — believe it or not — for more than five years, it is definitely interesting to look back at my old posts and see what a remarkably different person I was at the time. I suppose that makes sense given that, according to biologists, each and every one of my cells is replaced every five years, or something like that. The person who wrote my original posts would look like a dessicated, discarded snake skin if we were to collect all the cells that made him up, which thankfully at this point we cannot.
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Lovely reflection, Peter. The last paragraph is so beautifully rendered … gave me goosebumps!
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I remember i used to be so sceptical about connections and friendships made in the virtual world, but im so happy i changed my mind about that and became so much more open about this. Meeting lots of amazing people here opened my eyes to a totally different side of a friendship.
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Beautifully writ.
There’s no permanency for any of us and that’s okay. Touching minds in passing is a singularly wonderful thing.
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Reblogged this on Lenora's Culture Center and Foray into History.
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Reblogged this on A Grateful Man and commented:
I just discovered this blog/blogger. And after reading a single post–this one–I rushed to click the “Follow” button. There is magic in the way he writes.
With Love,
Russ
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