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Endless Beauty, in My Lovely Garden.
Sitting at my outside workbench, with my laptop, posting in the evening sunshine, mid August 2012. Such pleasantness, such blessedness, really.
It's the last day of the Olympic Bonanza. I take back what I said in my last post about not being so interested in the bit after the Opening Ceremony. I have been, as they say, glued. Completely caught up in the strange whirlwind fortnight, learning names that may have been 'household' ones elsewhere, but to whom I have been oblivious hitherto. When I read this celebratory poem post by kidlet, yesterday, I saw how many I recognised. Who'd a thought it? Nice to get caught up so enjoyably in something usually so outwith my attention zones.
I'm glad it's ending tonight, though. "Enough already" is the feeling overhere. And although I use a wheelchair, I don't think I will be so glued for the paralympics. We'll see.
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And who is here with me?
I have been wondering lately. I have 22 subscribers in the readerstats that I can see, and a steady modest trickle of direct visitors in the other stats - and almost no comments, ever. I go through phases of not caring about that, but recently, I wonder... is anyone else here? (Except kind Anam, who cheers me on from time to sweet time.)
Sometimes a little feedback exchange is needed, in one's creative sharings, I find. Not as the motive for creative effort, of course, but as reassurance that this form of creativity is welcomed.
Who receives what I present here, in truly spacious, or in those reader windows?
When I commented on kidlet's poem post yesterday, she replied; "I love voices from the wilderness."
Sometimes, I do, too.
xxx
