Today I found myself feeling very grateful towards the readers of this blog.
Some of you have read this blog from its beginnings back in 2011. Some are more recent readers.
I'm very touched and very grateful for the kindness of my readers; reading, commenting, emailing, praying, and many other gestures and generosities.
I do pray for my readers, as well.
Some people can write without caring whether anyone ever reads what they write. I'm not like that. Although the act of writing is extremely enjoyable in itself, writing without anyone to read what you've written (to me) would be like cooking and throwing the food in the bin.
Even when I write my diary, I'm writing for myself in the future, and also with the hope that someone else may read it some day.
I'm not a very self-confident person and I greatly appreciate encouragement. It means a huge deal to me that people read this blog. Go raibh míle maith agaibh.
Mal,
ReplyDeleteWell, thank you for maintaining the blog for all these years — for your thoughtful and sincere articles, and for adding new pieces so regularly without ever compromising on quality. I have been reading this blog for about five years now and have come to regard it as a kind of sanctuary in the churning maelstrom of the Internet — even amid the turmoil into which the 'Catholic Internet' can sometimes descend. It is also refreshing to find a blog whose author doesn't adopt a voice or a persona — if you see what I mean — who is interested in real conversation, rather than rhetoric. That is borne out too in your replying to more or less all the comments that you receive.
I enjoy the poetic pieces most of all — and the pieces that dwell explicitly on poetry. Don't feel obliged to carry on this blog if it ever becomes a burden — but I hope that day is a long time hence.
"A kind of sanctuary in the churning maelstrom of the Internet..." Well, I couldn't wish for any higher tribute than that! I love such sanctuaries myself.
ReplyDeleteI agree with you about rhetoric and I actively avoid it. Nothing makes me lose interest in a piece of writing quicker than shrillness.