Yesterday, been thinkin' about them chaps who start up blogger.com, wondering about their story, and remembering how I discover blogging.
Late 2004. Old wood walls and early morning gloom, silence and trees outdoors swallowing me.
Normally, in a' atmosphere like this, me imagination would soar. But this is a doctor waiting-room. Me imagination is cringin' like a li'l coward.
I pick up a fashion magazine and a' article make me imagination jump up and down like a cat playing with a ball o' string.
As soon as I come home I phone me pal, Davina. I tell she about a thing name Blog and the Iraq chap who describe life before, during, after...
"Y'know, Davina, that's a good way to store your poetry. And I can save me scribbles about life here."
Davina is not a gal to hesitate. While I dither, she blog and phone me to tell me. Which spur me on.
Davina is now sailing around the world, working on a cruise ship. "The sea is like a satin sheet covered with diamonds," she tell me. "I've never been so happy."
And I sit here with the whole world in me home.
I feast on exotic food, art, music; people share birthdays and new births. On me travels, I delve into strange thoughts and ideas. I discover different ways that others deal with sorrow and depression.
Through blogging, I learn that many people believe in the power of positive vibes. And that strange concept, synchronicity.
This morning, I happen upon this article about the very thing I been wondering about yesterday.