The first (and only) comment I received since starting this blog was left by author Elise Stephens on my poem, “She and the Abyss.” I remember being thrilled that not only did someone read one of my poems (author or no), but also took the time share their thoughts on it.
And that’s the point, right? Putting yourself out there, sharing something you believe in, hoping to connect and inspire; because when we find that connection it pushes us to better ourselves, our ideas, and the work we share with the world. Right?
Believing this, it seems to me that such community can’t be had when we perch ourselves on lofty mountain tops unwilling to come down from our egos and humbly interact with each other.
How can I Who am I to expect of others what I will not do myself?
Since moving my blog to this location, I have made an intentional effort to comment on the blogs I’ve been reading -even if only to say, “hey, I really enjoyed this.” The writers that have an impact on me are quietly added to the “links” section of my site.
I do this not because I expect the same in return -I don’t. I do this because a part of me truly believes that if I am to set up residence in this community, the kind -and right- thing to do is to get to know my neighbors; let them know I appreciate what they do.
And who knows? That one comment left may inspire someone to push themselves towards their best.