(The Noble Art of Following – Part 2)
Hello. I really hope you enjoyed the first part of this post which I published yesterday. Thank you so much for all the likes and comments. It’s good to know that you’re around. Rip has joined the circus and is currently taking his chainsaw juggling act to the capitals of Europe. He is seeking an assistant, just in case any of you are interested …
Tumbleweed moment …
OK, I’ll take that as a NO then. Moving on.
I have just read and reblogged an absolutely brilliant post by Andrew from Andrew’s View of the Week. It’s called How to Get Me to Read and Like Your Blog. Seriously folks … it is definitely required reading. In fact, go away and read it now. I’ll still be here when you get back …
Oh good. You’re back then. Since last we met I have grown a beard. I also met Rip on the Moscow leg of his European circus tour. It is not going well. Dwindling audiences. Some disappearing performers including the Ringmaster and two clowns. Christmas was fairly uneventful again this year.
Being a follower is a great privilege for me. I have accepted an invitation from someone else to access their thoughts and experiences. That’s quite something when you think about it. Being allowed to look through a window into their world just for a short while.
Illustration from In the Attic by Hiawyn Oram and Satoshi Kitamura
As far as choosing which blogs to follow then I’m pretty much with Andrew every step of the way. I’m selective, yes. But I always need to broaden my horizons. Who knows where it might lead. It’s a voyage of discovery. You take me with you on so many different journeys and I thank you for that.
Once I have a blog to follow then I always remember a quote I read a while back – Who needs friends when you have followers that don’t speak to you. (unknown)
Personally, I can’t see much point in following someone without at least giving them the occasional like or comment. I certainly get this wrong at times myself. I would imagine that most of us do. To quote a few lines from Sounds of Silence by Simon & Garfunkel …
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
In the wells of silence
I’m sure these words will resonate with some of you and others, maybe not. We’re all different. The point I am trying to make is that we are all part of a community here and that it is so good that we look out for one another. I certainly meet some wonderful fine folk on here who enrich my life more than they will ever know. Long may it continue.