Blog Hopping

I have been Blog hopping. It has been an interesting experience. I have landed on some blogs that I would rather not have and some that have proved a delight. I have found rubbish and I have found wonderful prose.

I wonder what bloggers expect from a blog? Do they really think that someone will actually read them? I did not expect so, but apart from the few that I invited to visit my blog it appears that some from other parts the world, as far as Brazil, have fallen over my blog and stopped to read. I find that extraordinary, and a little humbling.

I even stopped to make a comment on a fellow bloggers site, and his reaction was this:

Perhaps when I began writing these snippets of prose, these reactions to the daily flow of my life, I wondered if anyone would ever see them. Now someone has, and I perceive them as little satellite dishes, aimed outward and listening for reactions. Over my lifetime I have sometimes wondered how solitary is an individual -- no one's trajectory through time and space is like anyone else's; we begin somewhere and we end somewhere else . . . a bit of matter whizzing through existence. Sometimes we have company during our journey, and sometimes we explore on our own. When I spotted that return message, I was filled with a sense of companionship. It's good that we aren't alone

I felt good when I read that. Being filled with a sense of companionship is quite a reaction to the Musings of a Stranger the other side of the Atlantic.