Remember when, nearly two months ago, I posted this photo? The view from my run at Hambidge, a writer’s colony in Georgia?
A few weeks later, a reader sent me this note via e-mail:
“I loved that photo that you sent from North Georgia of a scene from a morning run. That meant a lot to me. A father that I barely knew grew up in that area of Georgia. I felt like I might have been seeing a vista that he saw on a daily basis, but was never able to share with his kids.”
She’d printed out the photo and added it to an album of her father’s memory, she told me.
Critics say blogging is egotistical. Self-involved. Navel-gazing. Maybe it is. But it’s also a way for us to connect with virtual friends, with kindred spirits. The more we share about ourselves, and the more we open doors for readers to relate to us, the more likely we are to connect with a virtual soul who needs us. And just maybe, we’ll make a difference in that person’s day, or month, or, if we’re lucky, earn a spot in their album of memories.