I spent many years writing and feeling my words would never venture passed the confines of my notebook. When I finished a few poems or essays I had a select few close people that I would give them to. Like preserves in the county fair, I would refer to them as "my next batch", and they would spread them over a table with coffee, and comments. I so enjoyed that bit of interaction and feedback, but always hoped for something more. Although, I would have never stopped writing anyway. That would have been like stealing the cries of a baby, or the callus from an old man's hands; it would have been impossible.
When I discovered blogging I was intrigued by the opportunity to be heard passed my own four walls. Finding other people having the same passions with a unique and artistic message has been nothing less than inspiring. Each voice has it's own history and legacy to bestow. Sharing views and thoughts through this forum is that something more I was always looking for. That is what makes blogging such a blessing to me.
