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Liz Strauss at Successful Blog has asked her readers to think about community, connectedness, being linked together, synchronicity, serendipity and oneness.

And then she gave us this challenge.

Put our thoughts into a sentence or phrase of exactly 25 words, illustrating how we each believe bloggers are connected.

Here are my 25 words.

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FROSTY SUNRISE

A blogger’s words may grow icy with frost;

a published presence, subscriptions lost.

But wireless pathways and creative minds,

share colourful comments that forever bind.

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I had no idea what was going to bounce off the keyboard when I started this.

But, while playing with the words and the rhymes an idea started to take shape. This poem/meme has given voice to a not so frosty post over at The Writer’s Manifesto Blog, entitled “Do You Really Care About Your RSS Feed”.

In this rant of a post Monika says, “Personal interaction is worth so much more than awe-inspiring RSS feed subscription numbers.”

In her comment section I shared that, “I recently unsubscribed from one blog because the blogger rarely replied to comments. You know what that’s like? Going to a party where all the guests sit around in the living room chatting, eating snacks, waiting for the host or hostess who never shows up.”

I enjoy replying to comments and reading the playful and sarcastic banter in the comments section on other blogs. I get excited when my subscriber count goes up too.

But personally, I get greater satisfaction from connecting with readers and other bloggers through our comments. Blogging would be pretty boring without that.

My next post has yet to be given a title. It is a submission to the Life Balance Group Writing Project and if you want to participate there is still time. The deadline is October 26th.

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Photo Credit: Mark Wakefield

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A Tribute To
Loving Pulse Readers

Here at 49°16 N & 123°07 W we are closing in on the Thanksgiving Day weekend. It is nicely coincidental that I planned this post for this time.

Although I usually post on Thursday evenings I can’t wait any longer so this one is launching a day earlier.

To start off, I want to share a fun passage that I read years ago and hung onto because I loved it so much…

If the Earth were only a few feet in diameter, floating a few feet above a field somewhere, people would come from everywhere to marvel at it.

People would walk around it, marveling at its big pools of water, its little pools and the water flowing between the pools.

People would marvel at the bumps on it and the holes in it, and they would marvel at the very thin layer of gas surrounding it and the water suspended in the gas.

The people would marvel at all the creatures walking around the surface of the ball, and at the creatures in the water. The people would declare it as sacred because it was the only one and they would protect it so that it would not be hurt.

The ball would be the greatest wonder known, and people would come to pray to it, to be healed, to gain knowledge, to know beauty and to wonder how it could be.

People would love it, and defend it with their lives because they would somehow know that their lives, their own roundness, could be nothing without it.

If the Earth were only a few feet in diameter.

Author unknown

Obviously the Earth is more than a few feet in diameter and thankfully, the blogosphere has given us the opportunity to connect from around the globe.

I wanted to list all my readers here but the list is long and so, to keep the length of this post manageable I chose to let the numbers do the talking.

On page 2 you will find a list of the top ten commenters on Loving Pulse where I have highlighted 20 posts from their blogs. You won’t want to miss reading such posts as “How to Be a Man and a Woman Both at the Same Time”, “Bye-Bye Birdie”, and “Was I Talking About You?”…

Please continue reading on page 2.

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There is a thunderous applause.

The curtain rises and the lights dim. A lone figure walks through the shadows, across the stage and stops. A hush falls over the audience.

A spotlight cuts through the silence and lights up centre stage.

If you’re curious, please stay for the show.

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