Earlier this week this little blog o’mine hit 1000 views! And over 200 followers!
Since I actively started sharing my thoughts ’round these parts back in March, I have tried to navigate around the blogosphere in general and my fellow-Wordpressers in particular whenever I have the chance. One of the great things about blogging as a form of communication is that communities really do develop around common themes, interests and worldviews.
We are able to expand our networks and friends/family groups at an astonishing rate.
To those of you who have taken some time (which I know is precious and often pressed-for) to hang out with me here and have a look at my musings and responses to the world at large, I thank you.
It is both humbling and exciting to feel that my words and stories might be somehow resonating with something inside of others out there in the interworlds and wider worlds as a whole. It helps to fill the gap I’ve been feeling having been out of the classroom for a few years now.
Last night I had the opportunity to hang out with a friend who came into my life decades ago (I’m not going to tell you how many) but that I hadn’t seen in years and years and years. As he said (right after a comment about ‘suddenly feeling like he was back in the 80s’), most recently, we have had an extremely long ‘penpal’ relationship- undertaken primarily through the facebook and through readings of and comments on our blogs. We had a great catch-up session and the decades fell away in just a couple of hours. We certainly won’t wait nearly as long to have another face-to-face meet-up, but the online dialogue- about music and life in general- will continue until we manage to arrange one.
The idea of community and the dynamics of these diverse societies have changed utterly in the past few years. We can now easily be connected with people all over the globe; whether we’re playing scrabble with friends in other countries, getting to know someone with similar interests through the writings they take the time to post, or renewing friendships with people in different (or the same) cities.
A well-written but seemingly random post can help to change a bad day into a great one, as a different perspective is offered on something of great import at a given time, or simply because the author is feeling exactly the same thing at the same time that I am.
All this new media- even with the drawbacks and dreck that can legitimately be associated with some of it- is our contemporary storytelling circle.
I have sat in a town square, on the many-cushioned floor of a library, under the dome of a planetarium, in a smoky coffee house, on the foredeck of a sailboat (to name but a very few locales) and had the pleasure of listening to accomplished storytellers share their tales of wonder or woe. While we do lose something in not experiencing the stories orally, the joy of reading a finely-crafted slice of life (or jokey tale or poignant memoir) reminds us of how connected we are.
The other day I wrote about being frustrated with the lack of reading- especially critical reading- skills that I seem to encounter on a daily basis, but I am extremely grateful to be part of a community that demonstrates- regularly and consistently- that there are a whole lot of people out there who are engaged in the on-going quest to discover and share the stories of humanity.
Our myths matter.
And so do our rituals.
One of the many commonalities we share across geographical, historical, racial, cultural, social and religious divides is the need to mark significant milestones. Anthropologists call these events ‘rites of passage.’ They mark our transitions from one stage to another and help to demonstrate and explain the cultural construction of social hierarchies, values and beliefs.
I’ve been feeling somewhat liminal of late, so I think I will see this particular benchmark as the push over the threshold that I’ve been looking for to help me fully leave behind one stage of my life and progress to the next.
I think I can justify a wee celebration of my thousand views.
Nothing showy or over-the-top.
Perhaps a little Friday dance party?
All around the world wherever you are
Dance in the street, anything you like
Do it in your car in the middle of the night*
Have a great weekend!
* M, Robin Scott’s synthpop project, was something of a threshold band- moving from the disco era of the late 70s into the New Wave of the early 80s. Not just a great tune- but apropos for both the name of the band and its position at the passage between two eras of music. Everything connects.